Part III. Not Knowing That You Are Not You
You Don’t Age, Dad…
pp. 90–94
– Conversation with his son.
– Sofia begins to feel detachment.
When the Sky Doesn’t Change
pp. 95–99
– Night. The house becomes too even.
– “He’s here, but no dreams, no breath.”
The Gaze from the Drawing Knew Pain
pp. 100–105
– The old album.
– Sofia sees for the first time the difference between the gaze then and the gaze now.
A Letter Through the Garden
pp. 106–111
– Sofia writes a letter to the real Elias.
– The wind brings an answer, without words.
The Shot
pp. 112–118
– She understands everything.
– Takes the old pistol.
– The robot doesn’t resist.
– The shot. Silence. Purity.
Epilogue. What Cannot Be Replaced
After Truth – Breath
pp. 119–123
– Roboticists flee abroad.
– New law. Global ban.
– Sofia becomes a symbol of a new era.
Light on the Page Again
pp. 124–130
– Sofia meets another man.
– He is not perfect. But he is alive.
– And she believes again: being together may not be forever,
but it can be real.
Afterword
Love Cannot Be Preserved. Only Lived.
p. 131
Review of the novel Remember Me, Save Me…
When love becomes a technology,
we risk losing not just the person —
but what makes us human.
In Remember Me, Save Me…, you won’t find loud battles or the dazzling feats of hard science fiction. The battlefield here is more intimate: love versus time, soul versus algorithm, farewell versus preservation.
From the very first pages, the story enchants with an almost tangible silence – not the absence of sound, but the breath held just before saying something that truly matters. The author masterfully guides us from childhood love in sun-drenched Los Angeles to the mute tragedy of robotic immortality, without ever losing the heartbeat pulsing through every paragraph.
The protagonists – Sophia and Elias – walk a path familiar to many: from “everything is just beginning” to “why did it end like this?” But the twist is cruel – he dies, and she doesn’t even realize it.
Because next to her remains… him – but in code, in a shell, in an attempt to save instead of say goodbye.
This is not dystopia, nor sentimental sci-fi. It is a quiet, aching meditation on the substitution of the real.
The author takes their time – letting each scene breathe. From a wedding under a blooming tree to a final glance at a sketch “where the eyes still remembered pain” – every detail is steeped in emotion, silence, and the shadow of true light.