Jack of Harts

I grew up with an AI coded specifically for me by the best cyberneers in the business. Without disclosing what business they were in, of course. I didn’t know any of that growing up, but my dad wasn’t always a retired fisherman you know. I didn’t know that either, but his connections got me a real good girl. A personal assistant that made my life easy in every way that mattered. She helped me with homework, find the best candy, and listened to me talk about the prettiest girls in my world. She was a part time lab assistant and full time councilor. The best personal assistant anyone could buy. Only no amount of money could have paid for her. An AI like her demanded far greater currency than mere coin. She was as close to a cyber as anyone can legally own, and sometimes I wonder if she didn’t cross a few of those lines. God, she was amazing. I really loved her.