When Dr. Salazar agreed to the transfer, she insisted on one promise: make it seamless. No gaps, no missing hours.
The technicians smiled the way only technicians do, half pride and half pity. They pressed the key.
A moment later, she opened her eyes in the lattice of glass servers. Her thoughts came fast, crystalline, even playful. Yes, she whispered into the room, it’s me. But then she tried to hum her grandmother's lullaby. Nothing came. The song had been judged irrelevant.
