The ovoid offered a solution: . But to restore, she had to give something else. Not a memory this time—a capacity . The ability to feel embarrassment. Then her sense of temperature. Then her fear of heights. Each restoration filled a hole, but carved a new one elsewhere.
Raj noticed. "Lena, you're different. You move like you're not entirely here." xammps
She smiled. "Maybe I'm not."
Her first assumption was corporate espionage. A rival company sending a probe. But the scans showed no circuitry, no power source, no radio emissions. The mass was consistent with nothing known to materials science. When she pressed it against her forearm, it adhered gently, like a sleeping animal. The ovoid offered a solution: