Bitreplica Instant

The fern was dead. Under its ceramic pot: a silver chip no bigger than her thumbnail.

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She took it. The replica smiled again, softer this time. The fern was dead

She inserted it into her sleeve port. A prompt bloomed in her vision: the dead fern at her feet.

The room dissolved. She was back in the rain, the dead fern at her feet.