Paul hesitated for a moment, his fingers hovering over the keyboard. His stutter had always haunted him—mangled interviews, awkward conversations, and a lifelong fear of public speaking. If this insane tool was real, maybe... maybe he didn’t have to be that guy anymore.
He typed slowly: Speech Pattern
The AI responded instantly. A cascade of faces filled the screen, but Paul didn’t even look. He didn’t want to overthink it—just rip the bandage off. He hovered his mouse over the grid of results, shut his eyes, and clicked.
The screen rippled, like a droplet hitting digital water. His vision blurred for a moment, and he felt an odd warmth travel through his chest, up his neck, behind his tongue.
Then silence.
"Helloooo?" he said out loud, testing the waters.
The word danced off his lips—smooth, upbeat, laced with a natural musicality he’d never heard from himself before. He blinked. It was fast, bubbly, like he was announcing something at a party. He tried again. "Oh my god, this is so wild."
He froze.
That didn’t sound like him. That sounded like... Lena?
A small window popped up on the corner of the screen:
Integration complete. Source: Lena – Age 19 – Niece.
Paul’s heart skipped a beat. He barely had time to process it when his phone buzzed.
Incoming Call: Amanda (Sis)
He answered. "Hiiiii! What’s up, girl?"
"Oh hey, Paul. Just checking in. You sounded... peppy. Not that that’s unusual or anything," Amanda said with a laugh.
"Ugh, I know, right? It’s just been one of those days where everything feels, like, super cute for no reason," Paul replied, the words flowing out effortlessly, full of upward inflection and playful energy.
"Honestly, I wish Lena had half your confidence," Amanda said casually. "Poor girl’s still struggling with that stutter. It’s been a rough semester for her."
Paul blinked. His mind reeled. Amanda didn’t remember him ever having a stutter. In her mind, he had always spoken like this.
"Aww, I feel bad for her," Paul said, his voice laced with genuine sweetness. "She’s such a vibe, though. Like, she’ll totally get through it."
"You’re such a good uncle sometimes," Amanda teased. "Anyway, are you still coming to dinner Sunday? She’s bringing her new boyfriend. Should be a circus."
"Yesss, absolutely. Can’t wait to hear all the tea," Paul said, popping the "t" with a flirty flair. "Love ya, bye!"
He hung up, staring at the phone. Amanda hadn’t noticed anything weird. Not the voice. Not the tone. Not even the vibe.
His fingers trembled as he looked back at the screen. Reality hadn’t just accepted the change.
It had rewritten itself around him.
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