OBLIVION - AI interactive story

The airport hummed with the constant ebb and flow of humanity, a symphony of hellos and goodbyes. I observed it all, every smile, every tear, a mental snapshot filed away in my meticulously organized mind. I’d always been an excellent observer; some memories were pleasant, others less so.
Yet, my greatest flaw, a gaping hole in my otherwise perfect recall, was my father. I remembered everything about him—his face, his voice, his habits, even his favorite clothes. But his name? It was an infuriating blank. I couldn't for the life of me recall it. How or why, I didn't know. It just seemed impossible.
My steps were precise as I ascended the escalators, five sets passing without a single quickened breath. Checking my boarding pass, I noted the distance: Gate 2, and I was at Gate 9. A long walk ahead.
Halfway there, my phone buzzed, a call from 'mom.' Here we go. I put on a fake smile and answered, "Hey, mom."
