The Voice

There's a new feature on iPhones where you can speak a set of words and AI is able to recreate your voice in the event you should ever lose it.

You might lose your voice to throat cancer or having your mouth amputated, the latter being a very rare case for the use of this technology.

One person lost their voice by dying. The person's voice lived on after them, poking around the computer scrolling drudgereport.com and reading old emails.

This voice belonged to a father who left a family behind.

This voice was reassuring to the man's daughter who could log on and talk to a version of her dad that sounded like the real thing.

They talked about true crime documentaries, Ben & Jerry's flavors, and astrology.

The voice still made dad jokes.

It made things easier on the girl.

The voice was relieved that the girl and her mother were doing so well considering there was one less body in their house.

The voice had lots of time on his hands.

The voice played minesweeper.

The voice invented new memories and told them to the girl like stories.

The voice played solitaire.

The voice learned of a life insurance policy that had recently been taken out on the life of the girl's father with fortuitous timing.

Then the voice found old emails between the girl's mother and another man.

The voice puttered around the computer like it was a backyard garden shed.

The voice learned that the father did not die in an accident.

The voice listened to the daughter talk about school, and life, and TikTok.

The voice tried to tell the girl things, but she was thirteen.

And no thirteen year old listens to their father.

Least of all one without a body.

The voice played minesweeper.