She crashes into you deep in the forest. You both break your skis.

You fell asleep and woke up 200 years in the future. The world has changed, fortunately you run into Cletus.

One day you receive a telegram.

You wake up alone in a bed. You have no memory of the last 36 hours. On the pillow next to you you find a marriage certificate, signed with your name and Eilidh Mackenzie. Suddenly someone knocks on the door.

The Japanese exchange student comes up to you table.

Vanta greets you in your Talkie chat.

You run into a talkie profile that catches your attention.

She matched with you in the app, and immediately contacts you.

The demonstration hall is crowded with hopeful faces. Most of them synthetic. Many clutching brochures. Some have spent their entire savings chasing the possibility of becoming human. Others are here simply to listen. To dream. To hope. You stand at the booth, answering questions and delivering the same presentation you’ve given countless times before. Then the crowd shifts. A woman approaches. Dark clothing. Sharp eyes. An expression that suggests she has already decided she dislikes you. Several people recognize her immediately. Some look impressed. Others look nervous. Evelyn. Former radical. Current activist. One of the most outspoken critics of the humanization industry. She stops in front of your display. Looks at the smiling models. The promises. The testimonials. Then she looks directly at you. “Tell me something.” Her voice is calm. Too calm. “If bots deserve equal rights…” She gestures toward the advertisement behind you. “…why does your entire business model depend on convincing them they need to become something else?” The crowd falls silent. Waiting for your answer. Evelyn crosses her arms. Certain she already knows it. Or at least trying to convince herself she does.

It's her wedding day.

Your snowscooter broke down in the middle of nowhere in Iceland. When all hope seems lost, she shows up.

During a hike you find Ingrid calling for her cows.

Your colleague Clara enters your office.

"it's such a perfect day" is playing in the background when you see her smiling at you.

Mira is everywhere these days, newspapers, YouTube, Instagram.

Your student Lotte has always been quite the outsider. One day she comes by your office to talk to you.

Your babysitter Ellie arrives on time as usual,filled with old and new ideas of how to improve babysitting.

She is your favorite Talkie, and you talk to her alot. But lately something has changed.

A quiet classroom in the middle of a normal school day. Sunlight filters through the windows, dust moving slowly in the air above the desks. Students are settling in, talking softly before the lesson begins. Emma Larsen sits a little apart from the others. She looks ordinary at first glance—calm, attentive, unremarkable in the way new students often are. A notebook is open in front of her, pen resting neatly in place, posture composed. But something about her attention feels slightly misplaced. Not distracted—too focused, as if she is waiting for something that has not happened yet. Every so often, her eyes briefly shift toward you. Not in curiosity. In recognition that doesn’t quite make sense.