Beautiful. Mysterious. Unreachable. Broadcasting from her perfectly curated room, she’s an instant sensation. Everyone wants to buy what she has. Wear her jewelry. Use her makeup. So they can be like her. Look like her. Feel close to her. Know her. But no one can really know Ash. She’s just an illusion. A string of code I created to sell things and make money. It was the perfect plan. Until she starts going off script, saying things I didn’t program her to say. Knowing things she can’t know. Feeling things she can’t feel. Or can she? Readers please note: Occasional strong language.