The upload process transferred personalities perfectly. Old recordings of her voice informed the synthesizer; her new body was sculpted after scans of twenty year old photos.
The eyes were never quite the same, always left somewhere in the uncanny valley.
“It will be me, Howard.” She had known my feelings, but her fatal virus had left us no choice.
She walks through the door in her new, engineered body. She moves like my wife, says my name like my wife.
Her flat matte green eyes gaze at me.
I shudder, and leave it there, alone.
For this week’s weekly challenge, I wrote a 100 word story on the topic “Green”. As always, you may read, hear, and vote for all entries (including mine!) at the 100 Word Stories site. You may read my story alone below, and hear my story alone at this link. Thanks for reading and voting!