Software neither desires nor hates. But it doesn't stop either. Months after your ex-husband died his smart contract is still running its clockwork bidding among the dark chains looking with dumb constancy for the person who will kill you.
The endless echo of his petty malice haunts the world, awful and hollow, and you’re the only one left to feel. Regret for ever loving him. Terror for your life. Fierce pride that he died with bitter first-hand knowledge of which one of you was the better coder.