"The first option is cloning technology combined with AI personality simulation."
Brad spoke slowly and deliberately.
"I can clone a body using your wife's biological material, then use your memories and real-world data to simulate a similar personality with AI and put it inside."
"Don't worry. My AI modeling technology is powerful enough that you'll barely notice any difference from the original."
With his hands behind his back, Brad took a few steps and stopped in front of Ahmed. The bright projector light on the ceiling shone down on Brad's head, casting a shadow over the seated Ahmed.
Ahmed's mouth fell open. He rose from his chair and took an agitated step back, staring at Brad.
"That won't do!"
Ahmed waved both hands.
"No, you can't do that! That isn't resurrection. It's deception! She still wouldn't be the same person!"
"Sit down, Ahmed."
Brad waved a hand, and the chair slid behind Ahmed on its own. Then Brad gripped his shoulder and forced him back down.
"Don't get worked up. Making her exactly as she was before is impossible. Your wife's body was crushed in the collision, and she was brain-dead, so cloning is an unavoidable part of the process."
"But if you insist on having her original... soul, I do have a way."
Breathing heavily, Ahmed stopped struggling beneath Brad's hand. He glared hard at Brad, his eyes full of disbelief.
Brad waved, and the tablet floated over again.
Brad pulled up a video and showed it to Ahmed.
The video showed a man riding a tall warhorse, dressed in a Cowboy Outfit and wearing a Cowboy Hat, galloping down a highway.
The night around him was silent. As he rode, the man occasionally glanced back warily.
But the camera kept following him, never falling behind despite the warhorse's