Margaret was handed gifts with many condolences. Her husband had died tragically, but one gift in particular stood out.

“Your husband and I secretly worked on this, Margaret. You should be the first to have one.”

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“What is it?”

“Open it privately at home.”

Margaret opened the gift at home—a cube with a button.

She pressed it.

“Margaret,” spoke her husband’s voice, "my consciousness has been captured, so you’ll never feel alone.”

Margaret dropped the cube on the floor. “I’ve been alone for years because you were obsessed with this thing?” She smashed it with her foot. “Never backward!”