Memories to come
The lights wink on as Matthew drives through the familiar patchwork suburb. Snow dusts the shadowed edges of the houses and that’s how he knows it’s not real. It hasn’t snowed in years.
He pulls into the driveway of the first home he shared with Cynthia. Shivering his way across ice to the front door, he runs through half-crafted sentences in his head.
“Does she know I’m coming?” he asks aloud, his breath slipping away like smoke.
Coda, his virtual assistant, answers. The posh voice seems to come from all around.
“Cynthia’s aware you’re here.”
“Is she … still aware this is a simulation?”