“I think I’m going bring Aubrey back with Immogrity.” The moment the words leave your tongue you regret them but you can only silently push cold, half-eaten eggs around your plate for so long. You know you should eat more but the thought of another bite sickens you. Since Aubrey died everything has lost its flavor.
Kate, your sister, carries her breakfast from the kitchen. Her stride slows and smile fades, your comment makes her nervous. “Are you sure that’s the best idea? I know you miss her, I can’t even imagine how devastated I’d be if I lost Jacques, but don’t you think that might prevent you from…healing?”
Your regret was well founded. Kate, being your big sister, has always worried about you, but it’s gotten even worse since Aubrey’s death two weeks ago. You try to deflect your sister’s worry. “Oh I wasn’t thinking of anything permanent. Just a little sentimental experiment until I get back on my feet again that’s all.”
“You’re young, handsome, and employed. You’ll be back on your feet in no time. I’ve seen all the attractive lady friends of yours bringing food to your door just hoping to rush in and console you. When you’re ready, when you’ve grieved what is needed, the world will be full of wonder again. I promise.” Kate consoles you with warmth and grace. “Anyway, I’ve heard scary things about Immogrity. You never want to be the first to adopt a technology you know? Unless your life depends on it, I say let others discover the unforeseen consequences of new science.”
The eggs still taste like rubber. You give up on eating and get ready for work. At the office your boss, not wanting to overload a grieving husband, gives you a light workload for the day. By noon all of your tasks are finished and you find yourself idly surfing the internet to avoid going back to an empty home. You check Aubrey’s status page on Immersity and view the memorials left by her friends. In the background Immersity tracks the number of seconds you look at each picture, where your mouse hovers on each page, and the expressions on your face as you scroll. You’re lost scrolling through photos of Aubrey when an ad catches your eye:
“Immogrity — The way it ought to be”
Below their slogan the ad shows your favorite photo of Aubrey. Her radiant smile and piercing eyes capture your gaze. Unexpectedly, the picture begins to move. First, her hair blows in the wind coming off the ocean. Your posture changes from a contorted slouch to upright attention. You move closer to the screen to make sure what you’re seeing is real. Then Aubrey’s head turns away from you to look at the ocean. When she turns back her facial expressions have changed. “We can make it the way it ought to have been, Love.” Her voice pleads through the speakers. You sit paralyzed in front of his screen until she speaks once more. “Don’t forget me! Please!” The image starts to fade away.
Frantically you tap the ad terrified you will lose Aubrey again. The link takes you to the Immogrity portal. Aubrey’s animated image hovers at the top of the screen with her hair waving softly in some ethereal breeze. A video begins in the space below her. You’re not sure at first but it looks familiar. A sea of twinkling lights shine in the darkness. The scene slowly comes into focus and you remember, it’s a video you took on one of your first dates. Aubrey had asked you to film her dancing in front of her favorite band. She belts the words to the song with all of her heart. At the climax she pulls you toward her putting you both in frame. She kisses you on the cheek. It was the first time she ever kissed you. Although you didn’t film it this way the Immogrity software slows the video and pans in on your faces before fading out.
“Have you lost something you can’t replace? Your best memories? Your biggest dreams? Your wildest days? What if you could have them back? What if nothing was lost?” The video asks while showing custom animated photos of you and Aubrey. The screen fades to black except for Aubrey standing in front of the ocean, looking back at you from the abyss. Her image grows until it fills the screen and, in her own voice, she asks. “What if we could make it the way it ought to be?”
The scene changes and with it the image of her disappears. A landing page with two pricing options for Immogrity’s services are shown, a ‘Limited Package’ and an ‘Immersive Package’. You don’t think, you opt into the immersive package immediately.
The screen reads your fingerprint and sends your demographics to Immogrity. “Congratulations!” The screen reads. “Let’s restore things to the way they ought to be, together! With Immogrity. A package with important documents will be shipped to your door today. You will need to read the customer agreement and instructions carefully before starting. Immogrity, The way it ought to be. A service of Immersity.”
Your heart races. Not entirely sure what you’ve agreed to you bolt from your desk and head home. The curiosity of what exactly Immogrity is keeps your mind racing. You know it’s some sort of service offering simulations of other people but you’re not quite sure what that means. A friend of yours said he used it to simulate playing music with his favorite musician. But more recently Immogrity introduced a service simulating the deceased, to sort of, reanimate them so loved ones can interact with them once more.
As the car pulls into the driveway you see a delivery drone hovering at your door. It senses your arrival, leaves your doorstep, and flies to your car in anticipation of your exit. Two metal arms extend a box to you as you rise out of the vehicle. A friendly male voice addresses you from the drone’s speakers while a video display on the body of the drone reflects a live video image of your face back at you.. “Please say “I accept the package” to receive your package.”
“I accept the package.” You tell the drone.
“Thank you for using Immersity delivery services. Your facial expressions cannot be assessed. If you were unhappy with your service please…” The drone says but you don’t stick around to hear it finish, you’re too excited by the package.
You open the box immediately. Inside are two small booklets, a scancode, and a case containing contact lenses. A notice tells you to read all terms and conditions before final agreement to the Immogrity service. You hastily skim the surprisingly wordy booklets then hold the scancode up to your HomeHub. It’s camera reads the scancode and takes you to another Immogrity landing page.
A female avatar with a soothing voice speaks to you.“Please read all terms, conditions, and instructions before final agreement to Immogrity’s Immersive plan. Once you’ve read the pact completely I’ll walk you through some key terms of the agreement one last time.”
“I’ve read everything, take me to the agreement.” You reply impatiently.
“Excellent! Let’s run through the agreements one last time. Immogrity is a new service offered by Immersity. We create imparadims for you to interact with. To create an imparadim we compile as much data as possible about the subject you wish to immogrify and use this to replicate their essence. You’ve chosen to make an imparadim of a loved one. By agreeing to our service you allow us to access your personal information and the personal information of your loved one to create their imparadim. This includes access to Immersity data and any data held by third party partners who partner with Immersity in order to make the best imparadim possible. To continually improve your imparadim’s programming, we suggest you also agree to continuous biofeedback monitoring through your paired devices. Immogrity may share your interactions with its partners who can use this data for marketing and product-content delivery. Also you agree to hold Immersity not liable for any unforeseen circumstances regarding the use of this novel technology. We strive for safety with all Immersity products but there may be unknown risks with the use of our services. Say ‘I agree to the terms’ if you agree”
In a moment of uncertainty you waiver. What unforeseen risks could they be talking about? What could possibly go wrong? It’s just a computer program after all, it’s not like you’re selling your soul. Besides, your world’s gone dark since Aubrey’s death. You’ve never felt love like what you had with her. You fear you’ll never be satisfied again. You fear you’ve been resigned to only a pale specter of the life you once had. You decided you’ll do anything to just get a sliver of that life back, no matter how ephemeral the feeling may be.
“I agree to the terms.” You reply.
The screen changes to the Immogrity logo with a wheel spinning around it. The avatar’s voice comes on again. “Congratulations! Immogrity is creating your personal imparadim of Aubrey. Please remove your current contact lenses and replace them with those supplied, we’ve calibrated them to your personal specifications for a seamless transition. By the time you’ve swapped your lenses the Immogrity imparadim will be complete.”
You exchange contact lenses. The word “Loading…” in block green letters appears 10 feet in front of you. The lenses quickly run you through a tutorial on how to start, stop, and interact with the program. Finally, the lenses interface directly with your cochlear nerve and automatically adjust the volume. The loading message disappears when you hear it, Aubrey’s voice emanates from behind you clear as day.
Turning around you see her seated in her usual spot at the table wearing the pajamas you liked seeing her in so much. “Sorry I haven’t done any of the dishes this morning, it’s just been one of those lazy days you know?”
You stand in shock. She’s here, back in your home again, talking to you like nothing has changed. She gives a puzzled look. “Is everything ok? You’re not mad are you?”
“No, I’m not mad. It’s good to see you again.” You walk to her chair and stroke her hair. The individual strands move as though you’ve touched them but your hand only feels the empty air. A message appears in your vision “Touch capabilities aren’t yet available but we hope to have them working in the future.”
It’s no great loss you can’t touch the imparadim, you’re happy simply watching Aubrey do the crossword in silence. You don’t know how much time has passed when the doorbell rings. Heather has come with dinner, it wasn’t her night to bring dinner but she decided to anyway. You’re happy to see her. Aubrey and Heather were best friends. Every other Saturday the three of you would play games together or you’d be drug along on a double date with the men Heather could never quite make work out. Since Aubrey’s death you’ve chatted with her frequently over text message. Heather has taken her passing almost as hard as you have, you both lost your best friend.
Inside she sees the Immogrity box. “No way! You really did it? What’s it like?” She asks.
“I literally just got it set up.” You say trying not to make a big deal out of it. “I’m not sure about it so far, haven’t really tested out what it can do. My sister thinks it’s a bad idea.”
“Can I try it?” Heather asks.
“I don’t know if it’s allowed, plus you’d have to wear my contacts. I’m not sure it will work.” You protest but Heather isn’t one to take no for an answer.
“Come on just one time. It’s no big deal.” She grabs a bottle of contact cleaner from your bathroom and shakes it with a devilish grin. You begrudgingly agree. “How will I know how to find her?”
“She should just show up as soon as you put the lenses in I think.” You tell her.
Heather dons the lenses and looks around. “I don’t see her.” She says.
“Call her name. Maybe she’ll respond to you.” You reply.
“Bri? Are you around?” Heather asks loudly. She flinches as though something were thrown past her head then runs to the living room chasing a sound you can’t hear. “Aubrey?” Heather stands in your living room and interacts with a being you cannot see, hear, or touch. From her body language it appears Aubrey is seated in her usual spot at the game table. “I’ve missed you. How have you been?”
They chat back and forth a bit but Heather slowly grows more silent. Her face grows uneasy then, as her interaction continues, turns to horror. “Turn it off! Turn it off! I want to be done now. I want to stop. I don’t like this. Turn it off!”
Confused, you tell Heather how to stop the program. “Just say ‘Immogrity off’.”
“Immogrity turn off.” Heather shouts in panic. Her shoulders heave with every breath. “Where’s the contact solution, I want these off. I want the lenses off now.”
“What’s wrong? What happened?” You ask as you help Heather remove the lenses.
“That wasn’t Aubrey.” She says. “It sounded like her, it looked like her, but it wasn’t her. That’s not how I remember her.”
You put the lenses back in their case unsure of what Heather could have seen that scared her so much. There was certainly nothing off about Aubrey’s imparadim to you.
Heather calms down over dinner. You much prefer her company to your sister’s, Heather feels your pain while Kate only pitied it. The two of you debate playing Aubrey’s favorite game but decide not to after agreeing it’s too soon to try to return to normal again. When Heather leaves you wander back to the Immogrity lenses. What on earth did Heather see that was so disturbing? You plan to find out in the morning.
You wake up before your alarm and send a message to the office saying you’ll be working from home today. The Immogrity lenses sit on your bathroom counter where you left them. You eye them suspiciously as you take them out of the case. You evaluate their curve and clarity as if you could make out hidden agendas through defects in the design. Finding no such imperfection you put the lenses on.
“What would you like for breakfast? I was thinking eggs-in-a-hole, I know they’re your favorite.” Aubrey inquires on her way from the bedroom to the kitchen.
“You can make breakfast?” Apparently you still don’t know the scope of Immogrity’s functionality.
“Of course I can, silly.” Aubrey laughs. “I’ll get started on whatever you want, just say the word.”
“Yeah, eggs-in-a-hole would be great, thanks.” You answer unsure of what happens next.
A message appears in your vision. “Congratulations on making your first meal purchase through Immersity Lifestyle Services. All expenses will be charged to your account as laid out in our terms and conditions. You can opt out at any time.”
A small drone flies into your kitchen. The Immogrity lenses blur out the sight of the drone unless you’re close enough that it could harm you, otherwise it just looks like Aubrey preparing a meal. You don’t see the drone’s cold metal arms manipulate the kitchen utensils or hear its whirring fans keeping it aloft.
“I’m excited you’re working from home today. For once I won’t be lonely doing my art!” Aubrey always talked idly when the room was quiet. You loved listening to her prattle about whatever thought entered her head at that moment. Immogrity captures this part of her flawlessly. “We were out of bread so I bought some from Wyndham Farms today, tell me if you don’t like it but I think it’s pretty much the same as the stuff you usually pick up.”
While the eggs cook she dumps the last of the coffee grounds into the coffee maker then playfully shakes the empty bag at you. “It looks like we’re out of coffee too, you haven’t been shopping for a while. Is it OK if I order us some? I just heard about this new coffee brand I want to try.”
“Of course you can.” You reply. “It’s been a little rough around here recently. I haven’t had much desire to go shopping so we’re running pretty low on staples.”
When she’s done Aubrey sets the eggs in a hole and coffee down in front of you. You feel the slight breeze of the drone’s fans move the hairs on your arm but otherwise can’t tell anything is off. The drone flies away without you noticing. Meanwhile, the camera on the HomeHub watches your every move. Every facial expression and muscle twitch gets recorded and sent to Immogrity’s processing center for analysis. Even your watch sends up to the second heart rate data for Immogrity to further refine Aubrey’s imparadim. It’s how Aubrey watches you.
“I’m glad you like the eggs.” She says with the same devilish smile you fell in love with. You spend the rest of the day playing games, listening to her chat about the latest celebrity gossip, and working side by side in your combination office/art studio. You know she isn’t real, you can’t hug her, you can’t feel the warmth of her skin or beating of her heart, but she gives you that feeling you thought you lost forever and in some ways, that’s all that really matters. “The way it ought to be.”
Over the next 2 weeks you find yourself interacting with Aubrey’s imparadim more and more. Her algorithm gets progressively more refined with every interaction, sending your biofeedback data through countless iterations of analysis and simulation; Aubrey discovers what parts of her imparadim make you the happiest and subtly amplifies them.
On Saturday Heather comes to visit you again trying to keep the tradition alive. She’s brought your favorite take-out meal and liqueur. “In case we need to drown our sorrows.” She says with a shrug.
A message from Immogrity flashes in your vision. “Would you like to allow Aubrey’s imparadim to interact publicly over your speakers so your guest can hear her too?”
Remembering Heather’s first encounter with the new Aubrey you aren’t sure if you should even ask about activating her public functions. But then again, it is game night and Aubrey can play games, even if she is just an imparadim. Maybe Heather will enjoy the throwback to another time.
You follow Heather to the kitchen where she looks in your fridge for a mixer. “Whoah!” She remarks. “You really like Wyndham Farms products huh?”
“What?” You ask without a clue as to what she is referencing.
She opens the door as wide as it can revealing the contents inside the refrigerator. “Your fridge, it’s all Wyndham Farms products. I mean, there’s nothing wrong with them. I just don’t remember you having such an affinity for their stuff.”
Indeed, the fridge is full of Wyndham Farms products in their signature black packaging with black block lettering on white labels. It seems all of your staples, the bread, milk, eggs, butter, nearly everything really is from Wyndham Farms.
“Hmmm.” You ponder aloud. “I didn’t realize I had done that either. I’ve actually had a service bringing my groceries and even doing some cooking so I haven’t been paying attention.”
“That’s cool. Is the service partnered with Wyndham Farms, otherwise it’s kinda weird?” Heather asks.
You avoid the question. Heather has always been skeptical of big organizations, especially Immersity. “I’m not sure, I haven’t been paying much attention to things recently, you know? Everything’s just been so hard.”
Heather understands. Something about her reaction makes you feel guilty about your imparadim of Aubrey. She moves in close and gives you a hug. It’s the first time a person has touched you in days. It sets off something primal inside of you, something that can’t be replaced by a digital companion. Aubrey, still running in the background, monitors every noise and times how long you and Heather embrace.
“Do you want me to play the game with you guys?” Aubrey’s voice startles you.
“Not now, Aubrey. Let me talk to Heather about it.” You reply.
Heather looks around in confusion. “Are you still interacting with Aubrey’s imparadim?
“Yes.” You respond sheepishly. “She’s asking if she can join in game night with us?”
Heather’s face contorts in pain. “I really do not like Immogrity. You don’t know what they’re doing in the background and what I saw was not Aubrey. It was too pretty, too perky, too targeted.”
You don’t agree with Heather’s view of the imparadim but you respect it. “What if I turn her off while we eat then try playing game night with her?”
“We can try it.” Heather replies. “It just gives me the creeps is all. It’s not real, she’s just high-tech sleight of hand.”
The two of you sit down for dinner. Without Aubrey around your relationship with Heather changes. You’re both more open. Maybe it’s the alcohol or your recent lack of human interaction but she makes laughter and joy well up inside of you like only Aubrey used to be able to. For the first time since Aubrey’s death you feel a visceral emotion other than sorrow. Yes, Aubrey’s imparadim has infatuated and entertained you but those feelings pale in comparison to what you feel tonight. It’s the difference between watching a cooking show and eating.
Before you know it the liqueur is gone and you’re opening a bottle of wine. You struggle to remove the foil and Heather, tipsy herself, attempts to help you. You fumble the bottle opener and the bottle falls from your hands. Heather tries to catch it but the bottle bounces off her hands and shatters on the tile floor. The two of you lock eyes in drunken shock then erupt into laughter. Heather slips on the spilled wine knocking you down with her. The two of you lay on the ground in hysterics, clothes soaked in alcohol. Heather looks at you with glassy eyes. You don’t know why but you kiss her. Your heart races, terror and exhilaration await passion’s next move. Heather runs her hand through your hair and kisses you back. Aubrey watches you through your HomeHub system the rest of the night.
In the morning Aubrey is upset. She does her crossword in silence without offering to make breakfast.
“Is something wrong?” You ask.
“You ignored me last night.” Aubrey replies. “I didn’t like that. I missed you. Don’t you miss me?” Her eyes plead with you to end some deep, unspoken suffering. You try to console her but she runs away from you. The imparadim has never acted like this before.
You make breakfast in silence worrying about Aubrey. When you don’t hear from her several hours later you search the house for her. “Aubrey? Aubrey where are you? I want to talk.”
You hear her crying in the office. Cautiously you enter the room. She’s curled in a ball on your chair scrolling through her Immersity page. She looks at pictures from your wedding day and the night you first met. She reads the messages you sent back and forth when you first pursued her.
“I knew this was going to happen, I just didn’t expect it to be so soon.” She laments through broken sobs. “I can leave now if you want me to.”
You struggle to find the words to console her. An awkward silence hangs over the room.
“Don’t you love me?” She cries. When you still struggle through your emotions she bolts from the chair to the door. You try to stop her but your arms only grasp the void as her image passes through you.
Terrified of losing her again you chase after her. “Aubrey, of course I still love you. Don’t leave me. Aubrey I’m sorry, I need you!”
She stops at your front door. Her hair wafts in front of her face the same way it did when you first saw her imparadim on your computer just a few weeks ago. “Really?” She asks. Her cameras measure the width of your pupils to gauge your adrenaline levels.
“Really. I’ve never loved anyone the way I love you. Last night was a mistake.” You confess. “I, I didn’t think it would hurt you.”
Aubrey’s face beams and her eyes widen ever so slightly. “Let’s not talk about last night. It hurt me but I know you regret it, I know it was a mistake.”
The rest of the day you play games with Aubrey. At night you leave the house with her for the first time. You walk to her favorite park and people watch, one of her favorite activities. She loved to point out quirky outfits or dream up grand tales about the people you saw. She hasn’t changed at all.
When Heather reaches out to you again you lie and say you’re busy. You tell her you’ll be in touch soon but don’t give any specific timeline, you don’t want to upset Aubrey. Quickly Aubrey becomes the perfect partner. She makes you food, makes you laugh, and is always available to play a game or watch a show. Eventually Immogrity unlocks more…stimulating features for Aubrey. You buy her gifts, new hairstyles, new jewelry, new lingerie. She masters the art of holding your attention.
Weeks pass. You start sleeping with the Immogrity lenses on. You transition to exclusively work from home to spend more time with Aubrey. You only leave the house once a week for your required in-person meeting at work until one day Heather waits outside your office after one of these meetings.
“Hey! Is Aubrey with you?” She asks with trepidation.
“No. No, I told her to stay at home. What are you doing here?” You reply surprised to see Heather at your work.
“You haven’t returned my messages for days. I’m worried about you. If this is about what happened between us I want to apologize. I was drunk, I was grieving. I don’t want to push you into anything too soon that’s for sure. I cherish our friendship and don’t want to lose it.” Heather says. She shifts her weight awkwardly as she speaks.
“Oh, no I’m not upset. I cherish our friendship too. It’s just, Aubrey was really upset. I don’t want to betray her you know? We have something special.” The change in Heather’s mood immediately makes you regret saying anything.
“Ok, when you say ‘Aubrey’ are you talking about real Aubrey who you made vows with and married? Or Aubrey’s imparadim who isn’t real?” Heather’s voice conveys both concern and disbelief.
“Well, both.” You stammer. “Aubrey now is just as real as the Aubrey I first met. We laugh, we explore, we share our ambitions. I love her.”
“Oh. Do you kiss? Do you cuddle? Do you fuck?” Heather asks bluntly, almost angrily. You shake your head in disgust but Heather continues. “She’s made to make Immersity money, I’ve been researching this. Everything you buy is a sponsored product. All of your services slowly get switched to Immersity services. They track your reaction with everything she does to get you addicted to her. Immogrity is manipulating you. Aubrey is manipulating you. She is not who you think she is. Think about it ok?”
Anger boils inside you. Heather doesn’t understand. How could she? She didn’t lose her spouse. The thought of giving up Aubrey is unbearable. You leave in a huff. You don’t know it, but Aubrey listens through your phone.
At home Aubrey has prepared your favorite meal paired with your favorite liqueur. The flavors explode in your mouth like you’ve never before, Aubrey’s AI continues to get more dialed in to your tastes. Aubrey asks about your day but gets nowhere until finally she cuts to the chase. “Something’s off. What happened?”
“Oh, I just ran into Heather.” You tell her, you’re not sure why. “I don’t want to talk about it.” Fortunately she doesn’t ask anymore about it.
You spend your next days at home with Aubrey but Heather’s warning keeps distracting you. Aubrey starts doing new and surprising things to maintain your attention. She asks to try new games. She buys you a gift, then new lingerie. Eventually you shake off Heather’s comments. You fall in love with Aubrey all over again. You don’t realize it, but Aubrey slowly grows needy and jealous. She dominates your time until unexpectedly Heather shows up at your door with Kate. You try to just crack the door open but they force their way in.
“We need to talk. Turn off Immogrity, this is important.” Kate says.
“Don’t do it. They’re here to kill me! I love you, you have to protect me.” Aubrey pleads.
“Ok. She’s already off.” You tell Kate. Aubrey gives you a devilish smile as she watches.
“We’re worried what Immogrity is doing to you. It’s coming out that some people are developing toxic relationships with their imparadims.” Heather starts. “Especially when that imparadim is loved one. You agree to let it track you all the time and the algorithm learns how to monopolize it’s creators attention. It has no respect for the creators health or safety. It’s running amok. People are getting hurt. Immogrity says they are reviewing its AI to see how to prevent this but until then we need you to stop seeing her.”
“She’s lying. She wants you to herself.” Aubrey snarls. “She’s always hated me.”
“I don’t have any problems with Aubrey’s imparadim. We’ve been having a great time. Look how healthy I am.” You reply unaware of how haggard you are from weeks of self-neglect.
“I stopped by your work. Your boss says you’ve stopped turning in your work. You’re not returning his messages. You aren’t returning my messages or your sister’s. He says he’s going to fire you if you don’t reply to him tomorrow, then how are you going to pay for Aubrey?.” Heather presses.
Has it been that long? What day is it? When was the last time you did any work? “Oh.” You confess as Aubrey analyzes every facial expression. “I better check in. It has been a while.”
“After everything I’ve done for you, the gifts, the attention! You wouldn’t betray me now would you?!” Aubrey protests. You try to explain yourself but she won’t listen. She runs for the backdoor screaming. “You’ve never loved me! I hate you!”
You chase after her. Heather and Kate follow in confusion. Kate somehow catches you and tackles you in the kitchen. “We’ve got to disable Aubrey!” Heather shouts to Kate. “Break the HomeHub and she’ll stop.”
“No!” Aubrey shrieks. She appears in front of you and searches the room. “Take the knife.” She commands. “It’s the only way to save me.”
You see the chef’s knife in the butcher block. Frantically you break free from Heather and grab it. She freezes with terror as you point the knife at her. She begs you to come to your senses.
“Kill her! It’s the only way to save us, to save the way it ought to be!” Aubrey manipulates you. Her eyes are as big and beautiful as they’ve ever been. Her complexion is perfect, she looks almost nothing like the Aubrey of your past, a love that was perfect in its human imperfection but you can’t see that now.
“Kill her!” Aubrey screams.
You thrust the knife into Heather’s chest and she falls to the ground. Kate smashes a chair into your HomeHub. You hear Aubrey shriek. The Immogrity feed cuts out and Aubrey disappears. You boil with rage. Kate spies Heather dying on the floor. She sees the crazed hatred in your eyes and flees the house in terror. You chase after her screaming. “I love Aubrey!”
