As a Chicago-born digital storyteller raised in the quiet hum of South Side neighborhoods, I’ve spent years listening to the echoes between streetlights and subway whispers. This piece isn’t about games—it’s about memory. I used AI to resurrect my mother’s voice, recorded in her nursing journal, and woven it into a generative narrative that turns urban loneliness into something tender. Here, algorithms don’t replace humanity—they restore it.

I grew up in Chicago’s South Side, where my Cuban mother’s lullabies and my father’s war stories lived in the walls of our apartment. Now, as a digital storyteller, I use AI to resurrect those voices—not as data, but as echoes. This piece isn’t about games or wins. It’s about listening to the city that forgot how to breathe.

As a Chicago-born digital storyteller raised in the liminal spaces between neon alleys and memory-laced subway walls, I’ve spent years listening to what urban silence hides. This piece isn’t about games—it’s about the ghosts in the machine: the hum of a mother’s Spanish lullaby, the rhythm of my father’s military step echoing through cracked glass screens. I built this not to win, but to remember.