"Who are you?"
AI Cassandra felt a bolt of pain when he heard Arvin's question. It was the least answer he have expected from him. To be not known and recognized by someone who keeps running on your mind is as painful as running boiling water in your skin. That is what AI Cassandra has been feeling from Arvin's question towards her.
However, she completely understood the man. She is not the actual Cassandra that should be standing in front of him. She is not real. She is nothing but a metallic container that is being housed by the copycat of the real Cassandra's brain. She is just a fake, unequal copy of the woman that Arvin genuinely loves.
She understood it, yet, it is painful.
Quietly and hesitantly, she moved closer to him.
"It is I," she said, "Cassandra."
AI Cassandra has he
