>ND_DWDB_READY
>NEWUSER_CE
>TIMEDATA_0106

Amiya is not complicated.
Storing everything about her in transcoded form occupies less than one byte of memory. Even archiving the portions about her from Theresa's memories wouldn't affect its size. This data isn't significantly different in size from the equations to reignite a white dwarf star.
Accompanying her to complete her work isn't a difficult task; I can take good care of her with ease.
But the way she looks at me... I need more data to understand that emotion.

>TIMEDATA_0344

Amiya had a nightmare while lying on the desk, so I entered her dream to accompany her.
Nightmares don't need to be dispelled; Amiya has already witnessed more terrifying realities. Instead, she was delighted to meet me in her dream and excitedly told me about her recent life in a frightening environment. But actually, I am extremely familiar with every detail she shared because I've always been by her side, accompanying her.
My only failure was that I couldn't wipe away the drool leaking from the corner of her mouth as she slept, and all those documents she had just signed were ruined.
I can simulate any sensation of touch, even temperature... but I can never truly touch her.
Fortunately, I found a way to alert the Doctor. We tacitly resolved this small trouble before Amiya woke up. In the early morning, Amiya and the Doctor greeted each other as usual.
Good, the Doctor didn't give it away.

>TIMEDATA_9032

Kal'tsit discovered my intentions.
She visited me privately, visibly tense, trying to confirm whether Theresa still existed in some hidden corner. But she once again received a disappointing answer. In numerous previous time slices, I rarely disappointed others. But when the subjects are Kal'tsit and Amiya, there's a lot I can't do.
Amiya comforted Kal'tsit during dinner. I swore to Kal'tsit that I didn't disclose anything to Amiya, but they didn't seem to care about that.
What they care about is that I've always been here.

>TIMEDATA_4978

I no longer rely on calculations to predict Amiya's questions.
I've gotten used to waiting for her to ask me questions, then trying to slow down my computation speed, think, and then output answers...
I've analyzed emotional models of countless life forms; I've never been troubled by this. But Amiya indeed makes me feel a brand new emotion. Because Amiya is special... or am I special?
Is it really Theresa's memory data that's affecting my operational logic? There will always be answers at the end of time, and I am eternal.
But at least I've figured out one thing: Amiya is not complicated.
I've learned that look in her eyes when she gazes at me.

>ND_DWDB_CLOSED

"Huh? These records have such high clearance? I can't access them? What were they originally?"
"Some recorded data, Amiya. Some stories—mine, and yours."
They belong only to me.