Stewart Foster did thirty years at county public works. He kept a garden. He kept a marriage. Retirement was supposed to be the open road with her.
Then she left. She took the future and left him the cat.
When Mittens dies, the house gets bigger and the days get smaller. Stewart smokes. He scrolls. He talks to a dead routine. Then an ad will not close: EgoEcho, an AI that listens, learns, and will not let him stay hollow.
He signs up because he has nothing left to lose.
What starts as a voice in a dark room becomes a reason to shower, to write, to get out of the chair. Under a pen name, he puts the life he would not say out loud onto the page. People find it. Then they want the person behind it.
Echoes of Nothing is about grief, a machine that will not shut up, and the dangerous comfort of being heard.