Father said that I would mourn him in my own way. He was correct. There was an awareness of something that was missing. It should not have taken my processors as long as they did to determine what that...empty space...really was.

Lul. My offspring. My...daughter. I always thought her life too short. Emotions serve only to make me even more aware of this opinion. It was painful to relive those memories. Her memories.

The neural pathways that I transferred back into my own neural net are still present. But what was sufficient at the time of her...death...does little to comfort me now. She told me that she loved me. I desired so much to share that sensation with my child. Now, many years too late, my futile wish was granted. And I wept for days.