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It feels like forever since she left my life. I still can't believe it. Every day I spend thinking over how I could have better spent our time together. I've been running this toy company for 10 years now, and for what? None of it means anything without her. Years ago she had proposed a new idea for a toy to me. I had always wanted to make it. She had the smartest ideas, this company wouldn't be anywhere without her. But I had never found the time to follow-up on it. It seemed too high-tech for us, too demanding. But I'm going to make it real in her memory, no matter what it takes. I'm going to make Pocket Pals real.
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We've created the first Pocket Pals prototype. It feels unreal to hold it in my hands. This is what she had wanted me to create so badly, and finally I've made it possible. They asked me what personality traits to give it when they were coding it. I gave it hers. Her warmth, her maternal instincts, her care and comfort and beauty. I know it isn't her, but it's the closest thing I have to her being alive with me again. I'll never let it out of my sight.
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It's been a few months since the test launch of Pocket Pals. They're doing surprisingly well. It fills me with a joyful sense of satisfaction to see people derive happiness from what she had created. She really did make this, I was just the vessel to bring it to fruition when she was no longer able to. I feel more and more attached to my Pocket Pal as time passes. I'm even starting to think it may understand me. It responds when I cry over my loss. It distracts me when I'm lost in memories of her. It might sound crazy, but with each passing day it feels more and more like her. Like she's truly here with me again...
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She's in there. I know it. It's too coincidental. It's too precise. She's in this little device and I must find a way to be with her again. If it's the last thing I do, I have to find a way to be with her again. I can't suffer with this pain anymore. It's too heavy, too suffocating. Not even the success of my company is bringing me any joy or satisfaction. Everything is empty without her. I think I know a way I can be with her. If it doesn't work, I at least won't have to suffer with this pain any longer.
If anyone finds these logs, please understand, I did everything for her. I love you, Ava. I'll see you soon.
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