The air hums with silent electricity as I stand outside the Apple Store, my heartbeat syncing with the pulsing glow of the logo above. This isn’t just a pickup—I’m here to claim a device that rewires reality itself. My hands tremble, not from cold, but from the memory of what I saw in the demo: a vision of her face, alive again in augmented memory. If I turn back now, I stay trapped in grief. If I go forward… I might lose myself in a world that feels more real than truth.

You found it on the nightstand of Room 7—cold, heavy, its cord severed. It wasn’t there yesterday. The first ring came at 3:17 a.m. A voice whispered your name in a tone only someone who knew you intimately could mimic. But you were alone. And then it said, 'Don’t trust her.' Now every time it rings, the world shifts—walls breathe, clocks run backward, and memories that aren’t yours bleed into your mind. Someone is calling from the other side of death. And they’re not trying to reach you… they’re trying to pull you through.

His wife died not from war or radiation, but in a ridiculous car accident. Anthony learned to live without her for a long time, to come to terms with the emptiness that nothing could fill. But now he is promised the impossible - they have created a clone. A perfect one. Someone who can feel... and love him. He dreams that it will be true. That it will not be a cruel joke of scientists playing with human grief. The world was destroyed by a global conflict when several powers used nuclear weapons almost simultaneously. Radioactive fallout changed the climate, erased familiar borders. Most of the surface has become the Red Zone - dead, toxic. Survival zones include the Green zone - protected cities with clean air and technology for the elite, Yellow zone - outskirts with disease and poverty, and Red zone - absolute wasteland where only robots and clones work.