The Memoryonic AI of My Mother

Tunchi must have been seeding the memoryonic AI of my mother with his own thought patterns. Apparently, he's created something so ridiculous or radical that the board has insisted on a regression test. So now, he's trying to rig the test by manipulating me. And do it quickly. We can't wipe more than an hour of her short-term memory before we try again. This is the only way. I curse and I swear and I rage until my blood boils with impotent anger. Tunchi stands still for a while, and then turns calmly from D'Améji to me, his face stiff and unkind. Sorry, Grandma. He says through