The: Vocaloid Collection

“Her name was Hatsune Miku,” the old man whispered through the holo-call. His face was a patchwork of wrinkles and tear stains. “Not the hologram. Not the mascot. My Miku. She was a Vocaloid—a voicebank. My daughter, Chie, tuned her for fifteen years. When Chie died… the hard drive containing Miku’s unique voiceprint was stolen. I want her back.”

Reina’s face crumbled. For the first time, she looked human. the vocaloid collection

Kaito felt his chest cave in. He wasn’t listening to code. He was listening to a eulogy. “Her name was Hatsune Miku,” the old man