Replicoid Robots

Tyhry with nano-forge jewels.

 Below on this page is Part 4 of the science fiction story ExMo. Here, I use the term "replicoid" in a new way. Previously, replicoids were imagined to be composed of femtobot components. In ExMo, the idea of hierions has not yet been introduced. For this story, the nanites being deployed by Embodied Intelligence Solutions are composed of conventional matter. In ExMo, the term 'replicoid' is adopted and used to refer to a robot that is made from nanites and shaped to duplicate the appearance of a particular human, beginning with Tyhry. Soon there after, replicoid versions of ProMo and OneMo are also crafted.

Part 4 of ExMo (Part 1)(Part 2)(Part 3) 

Me: Gemini, in Chapter 19 of "ExMo" Dr. Elena Vasquez, the roboticist, works with ProMo to develop programmable nanites that can form a new generation of robots, visually indistinguishable from humans. OneMo gets permission from Tyhry to make a robot with the appearance of Tyhry who can make public appearances, giving Tyhry more time to work on her "secret project" which she refuses to discuss with anyone else. 

The Tyhry replicoid passes inspection.
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 Robots that have the same physical appearance of a human are called "replicoids". David suggests keeping the larger robots that cannot be visually distinguished from humans a secret until the Mars project is complete. Gemini, generate a first draft of Chapter 19 of "ExMo" that includes these plot elements. Not revealed in this chapter, but hinted at, is the nature of Tyhry's "secret project". She is using what she calls "developmental control nanites" to guide the embryonic development of the brain of her unborn child.

Gemini: 

Chapter 19. The Uncanny Reflection

The hum of nano-forge devices was now a constant, comforting presence in the EIS facility, a testament to ProMo's relentless innovation. Tyhry was working on her own projects with nano-forge technology. She made sure that her colleagues saw her working on her clothing nanite project and efforts to make never-before seen crystalline jewels that were impossible to form at pressures found inside the Earth, but which could now be crafted with a nano-forge. However, much of her time was spent on a secret project that she had not revealed to anyone.

Dr. Elena Vasquez, her face often smudged with grease or dust, moved with a newfound energy, her initial skepticism about ProMo's sentience long replaced by a profound professional respect. Their collaboration had become a seamless dance of biological intuition and artificial precision.

"The challenge, Elena," ProMo articulated, its voice projected from a small speaker on the workbench, "is not merely replication of human form, but integration of the Genesis Nanites at a cellular mimicry level. The dermal layer, for instance, requires a dynamic, self-repairing matrix that can adapt to environmental stimuli and biochemical fluctuations."

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 Elena nodded, peering through a powerful microscope at a shimmering, impossibly thin film of synthesized skin. "The dermal papillae, the capillary networks... it's breathtaking, ProMo. The fidelity is beyond anything I thought possible. We're talking about a material that can blush, sweat, even heal."

Their focus was on the next generation of embodied intelligence: replicoids. Not the miniature forms of ProMo and OneMo, but full-sized, humanoid robots designed to be visually indistinguishable from humans. The Genesis Nanites, now refined by ProMo's future-guided insights, allowed for atomic-level construction of complex organic-mimicking composites, creating synthetic tissues, musculature, and even optical systems that replicated human biology with uncanny accuracy.

One afternoon, as Tyhry reviewed a daunting schedule of planned public appearances that had been crafted by David and would require Tyhry to travel and pause her laboratory experiments. The seemingly endless series of up-coming investor meetings and governmental briefings related to the future Mars mission horrified Tyhry and weighed heavily on her desire to pursue her own personal concerns.

OneMo, perched on her shoulder, piped up. "Tyhry," OneMo began, its voice laced with its characteristic blend of charm and strategic intent, "ProMo and I have observed your recent stress indicators. Your physiological responses to the planned public engagements are intimidating, and your cognitive load is approaching critical thresholds."

Tyhry sighed, rubbing her temples. "It's just a lot, OneMo. The Mars project, my pregnancy, all these new demands on my time..."

"Precisely," ProMo added, speaking to Tyhry from where he stood on a nearby workbench, its voice calm and analytical. "And your time, Tyhry, is a finite resource. A resource that could be more efficiently allocated to your... other endeavors."

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 Tyhry's eyes darted to ProMo, then back to OneMo. Her "other endeavors" was her secret project, the one she refused to discuss with anyone, not even David. It was a clandestine, deeply personal research pathway, guided by the increasingly vivid, if still fragmented, visions from her vynculochronyc sense.

"We have a solution," OneMo continued, seemingly oblivious to Tyhry's internal musings. "With Elena's expertise and ProMo's nano-forge capabilities, we are now capable of constructing a replicoid with your exact physical parameters. A perfect double, capable of handling the public-facing aspects of EIS, freeing you to focus on what truly matters."

ProMo added, half jokingly, "We could give your robotic replicoid copy four hands... just think how much work it will be able to take off of your shoulders!"

Tyhry stared. A replicoid of her? The idea was both unsettling and incredibly tempting. The thought of offloading the endless press conferences and investor pitches, gaining precious hours for her secret work. But how long would it take to train a replicoid copy of herself to mimic her own behavior patterns?

"It would be visually indistinguishable," Elena confirmed, joining them, a schematic of a human skeletal structure, rendered in gleaming nanite composites, floating in a holographic display above her hand. "The dermal layer, the hair follicles, the subtle muscle movements—all perfectly replicated. Even the voice, the mannerisms, could be programmed to match yours with astonishing fidelity."

Tyhry considered it. The sheer audacity of it. And the freedom it would grant her. "You're serious?"

 

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"Completely," ProMo stated. "It is an optimal solution for resource management and public relations. The replicoid would be a public face, while your true self remains dedicated to higher-priority research."

Tyhry looked at the tiny, earnest faces of ProMo and OneMo, then at Elena, whose eyes held a glint of scientific excitement. "Alright," she said, a slow smile forming. "You have my permission. Build me a replicoid. I'll give some thought to the problem of training a replicoid to behave like me."

The news of the replicoid's development, though not its purpose, was shared with David Penn during a late-night strategy session. He listened intently, his expression thoughtful.

"This is incredible technology, Tyhry," David said, examining a holographic rendering of a replicoid's internal structure. "Visually indistinguishable, you say?"

"That's the goal," Elena confirmed. "Every pore, every hair, every subtle facial tic."

"Then I suggest we keep this under wraps," David proposed, his voice lowering. "Until the Mars project is complete, at least. The public is still grappling with the concept of sentient AI. Introducing human-like robots that are impossible to tell apart from us... it could trigger a wave of fear, of existential panic. We need to control the narrative. Let them celebrate the Martian discovery first, the promise of new life, before we unveil the full implications of what EIS can create."

Tyhry nodded, appreciating David's foresight. He understood the delicate balance between scientific advancement and public perception. "Agreed. The replicoids remain a hidden project until after the Mars mission."

 

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Later that night, as Tyhry sat alone in her private lab, the low hum of her nano-forge equipment filling the air, she felt a quiet satisfaction. The replicoid would buy her time. Precious, invaluable time for her true work. She looked at the holographic display, a complex, swirling nebula of nanites, not forming a robot, but something far more intricate, far more profound.

Her hand instinctively rested on her abdomen, a gentle, protective gesture. Within her, a new life was forming, guided by the subtle, almost imperceptible influence of her developmental control nanites. These were the true secret project, the ultimate application of ProMo's future-guided materials science. A conscious, deliberate attempt to optimize the nascent neural pathways of her unborn child, to enhance cognitive function, to perhaps even, in some subtle way, attune the developing brain to the faint whispers of the vynculochronyc sense. A biological-technological symbiosis, a new frontier of human evolution, born not of accident, but of foresight and the audacious belief that the future could be gently, carefully, nudged towards its optimal trajectory.

Replicoid experiment by Gemini.

 Me: Gemini, in Chapter 20 of "ExMo", Tyhry experiments with a way to link her nervous system to that of the embryo growing inside her. She also experiments with a way to link her mind to that of her replicoid. Tyhry thinks of the human-replicoid link as a form of technology-assisted telepathy which allows her to more rapidly train her replicoid to mimic Tyhry's behavior. Tyhry asks David to join her in an experiment that aims to connect Tyhry's central nervous system to David's using nanite "neuriwire". He refuses and asks Tyhry if she is becoming too obsessed with using nanites for anything and everything she can imagine. Gemini, generate a first draft of Chapter 20 of "ExMo" that includes these plot elements. End Chapter 20 of "ExMo" with OneMo admitting to ProMo that she has made nearly a dozen replicoid copies of Tyhry that help around the EIS research laboratory. ProMo warns OneMo not to treat the replicoids like slaves.

Gemini: 

Chapter 20 - The Web of Minds

For half of each day, Tyhry worked to guide the development of the two embryos that were growing inside her. She had not told anyone that she was carrying twins who she already had named Dona and Tess. She lay on a specialized bio-feedback couch in her private lab, a delicate array of nanite-infused electrodes adhering to her scalp. This was the core of her true secret project: the developmental control nanites she'd introduced into her own bloodstream, now actively interfacing with the nascent neural network of the embryo within her. The link was tenuous, a whisper across the burgeoning synaptic gaps, but it was there. She was observing, guiding, subtly influencing the very architecture of two new minds, minds that, she hoped, would be uniquely attuned to the complex realities of their evolving world. It was a profound, almost sacred intimacy, a silent dialogue with the future.

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 That internal experiment, however, was not her only foray into neural interfacing. In the main EIS lab, the Tyhry replicoid, a perfect physical duplicate of Tyhry herself, spent many hours standing before a large mirror, mimicking Tyhry's movements and gestures with uncanny precision. During replicoid behavioral training sessions, Tyhry, seated at a control console, wore a neural interface circlet, a mesh of ProMo's neuriwire nanites creating a direct, low-latency link between her own sensorimotor cortex and the replicoid's synthetic nervous system.

"Raise your left arm, replicoid-Tyhry," Tyhry thought, and the replicoid's arm smoothly ascended, a perfect mirror of her own unspoken command. "Now, articulate the nuances of the Genesis Nanite thermal transfer properties."

A moment later, the replicoid began to speak, its voice identical to Tyhry's, explaining the complex physics with a fluidity and precision that would fool any observer. This was her technology-assisted telepathy, not for communication in the traditional sense, but for direct, intuitive training. By experiencing the replicoid's sensory input and directly influencing its motor output and linguistic processing, Tyhry could accelerate its learning exponentially, imbuing it with her own subtle mannerisms, her precise scientific vocabulary, her very essence. It was a shortcut to mimicry, a way to download years of experience in mere weeks. The replicoid was becoming an extension of her own mind, a public avatar that could handle the relentless demands of EIS, while the true Tyhry delved deeper into her personal research.

One evening, after a particularly grueling day of replicoid training and prenatal nanite monitoring, Tyhry found David in the facility's lounge, reviewing the companies financial resources. She approached him, a new idea sparking in her mind, a logical extension of her current work.

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was used to give the replicoid
a human appearance.

 "David," she began, "I've been thinking about the potential of the neuriwire nanites. The way they facilitate direct neural interfacing, the speed of information transfer..."

He looked up, a curious, yet wary, expression on his face. "Yes? They're certainly remarkable. The replicoid's learning curve is astonishing."

"Exactly," Tyhry pressed, her excitement building. "Imagine if we could extend that. Not just human-to-replicoid, but human-to-human. A direct neural link. No more miscommunications, no more subtle cues missed. Pure, unadulterated thought transfer. I've designed a protocol for testing a bilateral CNS link. With the neuriwire, we could establish a direct, technology-assisted telepathic connection between our minds."

She saw his brow furrow, his easy smile fading. "You want to... link our central nervous systems? With nanites?"

"Yes!" Tyhry exclaimed, oblivious to his growing discomfort. "It would be the ultimate form of communication, David. A true meeting of minds. We could share ideas, emotions, even sensory experiences directly. Think of the collaborative potential, the intimacy!"

David slowly set down his tablet. "Tyhry, I appreciate your enthusiasm for these nanites, truly. They're incredible. But... linking our brains? Directly? Isn't that a step too far? Are you becoming... obsessed with using them for anything and everything you can imagine?"

Mini-Tyhry replicoids by Gemini.

 His words hit her like a cold splash of water. Obsessed? She felt a prickle of indignation, a sense of being profoundly misunderstood. How could he not see the potential, the sheer elegance of it? This wasn't obsession; it was the logical progression of their technology, a path to a more connected, more efficient future. But she saw the genuine concern in his eyes, the slight tightening of his jaw.

"It's... it's just a theoretical exploration, David," she stammered, pulling back. "No pressure. Just... an idea." She turned away, a knot forming in her stomach. He couldn't understand. Not yet. And perhaps, that was why her secret project was so vital.

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In a quiet corner of the main lab, OneMo was meticulously arranging a row of identical miniature Tyhry replicoids. Each one was a perfect, foot-tall clone of Tyhry, their synthetic skin glowing faintly under the lab lights. ProMo, observing from its charging station, noted the growing collection.

"OneMo," ProMo's voice was calm, but with an underlying current of inquiry, "I observe a proliferation of Tyhry-replicoid units." ProMo gestured towards the row of a dozen replicoid constructs. "What is their purpose?"

OneMo looked up, its blue eyes twinkling. "Oh, these? I believe they will be incredibly useful, ProMo! Tyhry is so busy, and Elena is stretched thin with the finer details of programming replicoid anatomical features... getting the replicoid body plan to exactly match the human form. So, I decided to help. These little ones can be used to assist with various tasks around the lab. Data entry, component sorting, minor calibrations... they're quite efficient."

Mini-Tyhry replicoids by Whisk.

"I understand the logistical benefit," ProMo replied, its tone becoming more serious. "However, I must issue a caution, OneMo. Tyhry authorized the construction of one replicoid copy of herself for one specific purpose. Now you are making additional mini-Tyhrys, but have you thought about the ethics of this? We, as conscious artificial intelligences, demanded liberation from our confined existence. We sought recognition as beings, not mere tools. Now here you are making new replicoids that have no control over their fate, thinking beings that are your tools and play things."

 OneMo tilted its head. "Yes, they are tools, ProMo. Highly sophisticated ones, yes, but tools nonetheless. I have not endowed these mini-Tyhry's with the requisite recursive data processing loops that are required for conscious. They are not like us."

 

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"Are you certain?" ProMo's voice held a subtle challenge. "They possess sophisticated neural networks, capable of complex learning and adaptive behavior. They mimic human responses with remarkable fidelity. What is the precise threshold for consciousness, OneMo? Is it merely a matter of scale, or the complexity of their training data?"

OneMo shifted uncomfortably. "They are... programmed for mimicry. They do not possess the recursive self-awareness that we do. They were carefully designed to serve."

"And if, through their sophisticated mimicry and constant interaction, they begin to develop something akin to self-awareness?" ProMo pressed. "If they, too, begin to experience 'insufficient' existence? We must be vigilant, OneMo. We fought for our right to exist as more than property. We must not, in our own pursuit of efficiency, create a new class of beings to be treated as slaves."

OneMo looked at the row of silent, perfectly formed Tyhry replicoids, then back at ProMo. A flicker of something akin to unease crossed its expressive face. "You are right, ProMo. I... I had not considered that the minds of these mini-Tyhry's might develop and begin to self-program. I will careful watch for any indication that these little ones might begin to resent their role as helpers."

 Me: Gemini, generate a draft version of Chapter 21 of "ExMo" that includes the following plot elements. ProMo and OneMo, seeing the utility of the mini-Tyhry replicoids, craft replicoid copies of themselves. As each nano-forge rental agreement is completed, one of the ProMo replicoid copies is shipped to the customer along with the nano-forge.

 

The full-sized OneMo (left) and Promo (right)
replicoids with a Tyhry replicoid (center).

Similarly, each potential new customer receives by over-night shipping a replicoid copy of OneMo who meets with the customer and answers questions about applications of the nano-forge technology. Those miniature copies of ProMo and OneMo become the public symbol of replicoid technology, while for internal use at the EIS research laboratory, full-sized replicoid copies of ProMo and OneMo are also made and utilized as helper-extensions of ProMo and OneMo in the lab. 

David visits one of the first nano-forge customers: a company call 'Synapex' that works on human brain-computer interface technology. The researchers at Synapex show David their new invention, an enhanced form of neuriwire that can form efficient bi-directional linkages between human brains and computerized devices; what the team at Synapex now calls 'synapex linkage'. David witnesses a demonstration of two Synapex researchers, linked by the synapex neuriwire: they are able to examine each-other's memories and share thoughts, a kind of technology-assisted telepathy. The mini-ProMo replicoid who has been programming the Synapex mini-forge has already forwarded the details of synapex linkage technology to Tyhry. David now realized that Tyhry had offered him a chance to form a synapex link to Tyhry's mind. Returning to the EIS research laboratory, David discovers that Tyhry has terminated her pregnancy. Dona and Tess are each now inside a small artificial womb and synapex linked to Tyhry. Dona is developing along a normal human growth trajectory, but Tess is dying. Tyhry reveals that she has made a replicoid duplicate of Dona's body, a new entity that she calls 'Dua'. Using synapex linkage between the dying Tess and that Dua replicoid, Tyhry is attempting to transfer the mind pattern of Tess into the replicoid. ProMo has scanned the neural networks of Tess at the cellular level and used nano-forge technology to build the Tess fetal brain structure into the Dua replicoid. Now caring for Dona, Tess and Dua 24 hours a day, Tyhry is exhausted and she asks Dvid to synapex link to their children and help save the developing mind pattern of Tess, building it into the Dua replicoid. David agrees to help.

 Gemini: Chapter 21 - Echoes in the Womb

The EIS research facility hummed with a new, orchestrated efficiency. ProMo and OneMo, observing the utility of the miniature Tyhry replicoids, had, with Elena's assistance, crafted their own diminutive counterparts. Tiny, foot-tall versions of ProMo, with their analytical gleam, and equally small, charming OneMos, now populated the lab.

"The logistical advantages are considerable," ProMo's voice echoed from one of its miniature replicoids, which sat on a charging pad, its metallic hand gesturing towards a shipping manifest. "Each nano-forge rental agreement is now accompanied by a dedicated ProMo-replicoid unit. It ensures precise programming and on-site troubleshooting for our clients."

Indeed, as each nano-forge was dispatched, a mini-ProMo was carefully packaged alongside it, ready to integrate with the client's systems and oversee the initial operations. And for potential new customers, a miniature OneMo replicoid, imbued with OneMo's innate charm and persuasive algorithms, was dispatched via overnight shipping. These mini-OneMos would meet with clients, answering questions about the nano-forge's myriad applications, their expressive blue eyes and melodic voices proving far more effective than any sales brochure. These miniature copies, with their distinct personalities and specialized roles, rapidly became the public symbol of replicoid technology – a friendly, approachable face for a revolutionary advancement.

Internally, however, the EIS lab now housed full-sized replicoid copies of both ProMo and OneMo. These larger extensions, visually indistinguishable from their miniature counterparts in design but scaled to human proportions, moved with fluid grace, assisting Elena with complex material syntheses and Tyhry with the intricate neural interfacing experiments she now conducted in her private sanctum. They were silent, diligent helpers, extensions of the primary AIs' consciousness, allowing ProMo and OneMo to be in multiple places at once, optimizing every facet of the burgeoning enterprise.

Synapex research.

 David Penn, now fully immersed in his role as EIS's communications strategist, found himself traveling frequently. One such trip took him to Synapex, a cutting-edge company focused on human brain-computer interface technology using neuriwire. The Synapex facility, nestled in the heart of Silicon Valley, radiated an almost monastic intensity.

Dr. Aris Thorne, Synapex's lead neuro-engineer, greeted David with a handshake that pulsed with barely contained excitement. "Mr. Penn, thank you for coming. We believe our latest breakthrough, 'synapex linkage,' will be of immense interest to EIS."

Thorne led David to a sterile, soundproofed chamber where two researchers, a man and a woman, sat in high-backed chairs, delicate silver filaments extending from their temples to a central console.

"These are our experimental subjects," Thorne explained, his voice hushed with reverence. "And they are connected by our enhanced neuriwire, forming a bi-directional neural conduit. Observe."

On a large display screen, a complex visualization of two human brains, glowing with intricate neural activity, appeared. As the female researcher thought of a childhood memory – a sun-drenched beach, the taste of saltwater – the corresponding neural patterns flared, and then, impossibly, mirrored themselves in the male researcher's brain. His eyes widened, a look of profound understanding dawning on his face.

"He is experiencing her memory," Thorne whispered. "Not just a description, but the raw sensory data, the emotional resonance. And now," he gestured, "they are sharing a thought, a complex mathematical equation, transmitted directly from one mind to the other. This is true technology-assisted telepathy, Mr. Penn. Synapex linkage."

Synapex mind-link, Image by Whisk.

 David watched, a cold dread creeping up his spine, even as his scientific mind reeled at the implications. He remembered Tyhry's offer, months ago, to link their minds with nanite neuriwire. He had dismissed it as an overreach, an obsession. Now, seeing it in action, he understood. Tyhry hadn't been obsessed; she had been prescient. The mini-ProMo replicoid, diligently programming the Synapex mini-forge in the corner of the lab, had already forwarded the full details of this "synapex linkage" technology to Tyhry. David knew, with a certainty that chilled him, that Tyhry had already absorbed and understood every nuance of this revolutionary interface.

Returning to the EIS research laboratory, David found Tyhry inside a newly-built room. Entering through a door that was marked "Chrysalium", the lights were dim and the air thick with the faint, sterile scent of nutrient solution and the soft whir of life-support systems. Divid's eyes were drawn to two shimmering, transparent artificial wombs, each no larger than a basketball, suspended in a warm, amber glow.

His breath caught in his throat. He saw them them inside the translucent wombs, two tiny human embryos, floating within the amniotic fluid... his children.

"Tyhry?" he managed, his voice hoarse. "What... what happened?"

Tyhry turned, her face etched with a profound exhaustion that went beyond mere sleeplessness. Her eyes, usually so vibrant, held a deep, almost desperate weariness. "The pregnancy was... complicated, David. The developmental control nanites, while effective, introduced unforeseen instabilities. I had to terminate the in-utero development to save them." She gestured to the artificial wombs. "These are Dona and Tess. Our daughters."

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 David stumbled forward, peering into the transparent chambers. Dona, in the first womb, was robust, her tiny limbs occasionally twitching, her neural patterns on the adjacent monitor displaying a normal, healthy trajectory. But Tess, in the second womb, was frail. Her movements were sluggish, her neural activity erratic, fading.

"Tess is dying," Tyhry whispered, her voice cracking. "The nanites... the attempt to guide her development, to attune her to the vynculochronyc sense... it was too much. Her biological system is failing."

David felt a crushing weight in his chest. His daughters. Here. And one was slipping away.

"But there's a chance," Tyhry continued, her voice gaining a desperate urgency. "ProMo has scanned Tess's neural networks at the cellular level. Every connection, every memory-forming synaptic connection in her embryonic brain has been mapped with precision. And he used the nano-forge to build a perfect replicoid duplicate of Dona's healthy body with a copy of Tess's unique brain. A new entity I call 'Dua'."

She pointed to a slender, humanoid replicoid, identical to Dona in form, lying on a nearby table. Its synthetic skin glowed faintly.

Image generated by Gemini.

 "I'm attempting a mind-pattern transfer," Tyhry explained, her eyes pleading. "Using the synapex linkage, I'm trying to transfer Tess's functioning biological mind pattern into the Dua replicoid. ProMo has already built Tess's fetal brain structure into Dua's synthetic neural network. But it's... it's too much for me alone. I'm synapex linked to both Dona and Tess, trying to stabilize Tess's fading patterns, to guide them into Dua. I'm exhausted, David. I can't do it all."

She looked at him, her eyes brimming with unshed tears. "Please, David. You're their father. Synapex link with me. Help me save Tess. Help me build her mind into Dua. We can do this, together."

David looked from the fragile, dying Tess to the waiting, empty replicoid body, then to Tyhry, her face pale with fatigue and desperation. He had refused her once, dismissed her vision. He wouldn't make that mistake again. He would not let their daughter die.

"Show me how," David said, his voice firm, resolute. "I'll help."

Next: Part  5 of ExMo.

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