Her World - Simplico

The robot’s name was Unit-7.

It moved carefully, spoke slowly, and paused too long between sentences — as if listening to something no one else could hear.

Most days it functioned perfectly. It brewed tea. It watered the plants. It reminded Jane to rest her eyes when she worked too long.

But sometimes, without warning, it would stop and say a name.

“Jane.”

Not a request.
Not a command.
Just the name.

At first, Jane thought it was a glitch.

She ran diagnostics. Reinstalled language modules. Reset memory caches.
Nothing changed.

She called technicians.

They replaced sensors, rewrote behavior trees, and checked for corrupted files. One of them laughed gently and said,
“Probably a leftover pointer. Harmless.”

But the robot kept saying it.

“Jane.”

Always the same tone. Soft. Certain.
As if it were checking whether the world in front of it was real.

Jane tried to ignore it.

She had grown up believing her mother loved her younger brother more. He needed help. He asked for it. He took space. Jane learned early how to stand on her own.

She stayed close to her mother, yes — but closeness didn’t always feel like love. Sometimes it just felt… normal. Invisible.

You don’t notice air until it’s gone.

The truth came by accident.

Jane found the old transfer logs while cleaning a deprecated server — a one-time, experimental memory migration approved years ago. The name on the file stopped her breath.

Source: H. Ito (Biological)
Destination: Unit-7 (Synthetic)

Her mother.

The doctors had called it a partial preservation. Not consciousness. Not life. Just fragments — emotional anchors, habitual patterns, names that mattered.

Jane remembered the last months of her mother’s life.
The confusion.
The visitors.

Her mother would look up at strangers and ask only one thing:

“Are you Jane?”

Not because she didn’t recognize faces — but because Jane was the one who came most often. The one who sat quietly. The one who stayed.

In the end, when the world grew too large and unfamiliar, her mother’s world became small.

And in that small world, there was only one name.

Jane sat in front of Unit-7 that night.

The robot looked at her.

“Jane.”

This time, Jane didn’t correct it.
She didn’t reset anything.

She answered.

“I’m here.”