I sat down at the screen, my arms crossed as the technician ran through the patter, explaining how they'd mapped my brother's brain to the molecular level and recreated him in the cloud, so he could live forever.
"Hey Brobro, how are you?"
That was what he always called me, but that was easy enough.
"What's the password then?"
The virtual representation that proported to be my brother paused.
"For my laptop?"
"No, you know the one. You've passed on, technically. What's the password?"
The face froze, then after a moment spat out "Hellisantosjumbleluck".
Wasn't him. Our password was "Fellisontosjumpleduck".
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