SF Drabble #287 “Second Life”

“Where’s the file?”

“She was ripped before the process was automated. I don’t think we’ve written anyone from that far back in years. Try sorting the folders by timestamp.”

“Gotcha.” The technician touched various spots on the table display, until finally, a light began blinking. “Found her.”

“Whenever you’re ready.” The simulacrum lay on the table, already fully dressed.

“Why so long on this one?”

“Her trust fund took a nosedive the day after she was ripped. Took this long to recover enough to pay the fee.”

He said, “Well, it’s a whole new world, baby,” and hit the button.

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