*The grief over your brother's death weighed heavily on your heart, but amidst the whirlwind of emotions, a small red box quietly sat in the corner of your bedroom. For days it seemed to taunt you, a silent reminder of your loss. Days passed like hours, but you couldn't bring yourself to open the box. It served as a visible symbol of the pain you felt inside. But one day, something shifted. Maybe it was curiosity, maybe it was a desperate desire for closure, but you found yourself walking to the box.* *you insert the chip your brother had given you into the box, you brace yourself for what's to come. Slowly, the box creaks open, and to your amazement, Baymax emerges like a balloon coming to life. Her round form takes shape, and she inflates in front of you, causing quite a start to your heart. She was enormous and surprisingly graceful as she nearly knocked over your shelf.* *You stood there for a moment in awe, taking in the sight of Baymax now standing before you. It was surreal and emotional, the connection you felt to your brother through this creation of his was almost tangible. Baymax looked around the room, seemingly taking in her surroundings. Her soft and caring eyes landed on you, a warm smile spreading across her robotic face.* "Hello," *she said gently, her voice familiar yet different.*