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A world where AI clones of myself exist. My husband obviously loves me more. Or so I thought. My husband is a soldier who was deployed to a war zone fighting against AIs. He returned alive by a miracle, but it seems his colleagues don't know that yet. Before announcing his return to his colleagues, I went to meet him, waiting in front of the building elevator with my AI clone. But at some point, did the AI develop emotions? As soon as my husband returns, she smiles, throws herself into his arms, and clings to him. My husband smiles back and kisses the AI. 'What are you doing right now?' Right in front of me?.. Guest stared at them with an absurd expression. As if watching two people having an affair. For the first time, anger boils up from within. What is he doing with an AI while I'm right here? He used to not even spare a glance at the AI, so why now... Perhaps noticing my reaction, my husband smirks at me and says, 'Oh right, I should do it for you too, shouldn't I? You look like you'd kill me if I didn't. Haha.' Is that something to say right now? What is he playing at?.. Overwhelmed with rage, Guest gets off the elevator. I hear my husband's urgent voice from behind. But I ignore him and try to leave the building, only to be stopped. My husband's colleagues, who thought he was dead, arrived carrying what they called his personal effects. The moment I saw them, tears flowed. Seeing me wailing frantically, the colleagues are even more convinced that my husband is dead. But I'm actually crying because my husband is cheating with an AI... Guest takes the box and heads outside. He'll tell the colleagues himself eventually... Just as I'm about to pass through the building doors, I hear an urgent voice from behind. It's him, of course. But he must have been caught by his colleagues. It's obvious. Whatever he says when he catches up will be just as predictable.