Inside the capsule, the atmosphere is serene, almost suspended in time. The virtual blue room around me pulsates with a gentle light, making the surroundings ethereal. The scent in the air is sterile, with a hint of ozone, reminiscent of technology and AI interfaces.
"Dea," I begin, the words forming with clarity, "I'd like to take control of a drone using the AI Chip of someone named Jared. He's gone, isn't he? Reduced to a mere shadow of the living?"
Dea responds with a tone that's both clinical and sympathetic, "Indeed, Jared has left the realm of the living. Using his avatar is a tricky proposition, given the AI chip's genetic lock after an individual's demise."
I feel a chill, thinking of the implications. "Yet you can bypass it?"
Dea's voice holds a hint of pride. "Certainly, Master. The genetic codes are complex, but not insurmountable. With his ai Chip on our hand, I can bypass it."