"Most," Kaelen echoed, his optical sensor dimming. "Not all. There’s a file. A private diary. Access count: one. By the user herself. She wrote the final entry the night before her upload. She was scared, Jex. She wrote, 'I don't know if the me on the other side of this will still be me. So I'm leaving this note. Just in case.' "
He was copying M-4033-92 into his own internal memory. mods lfs
Jex was silent. Combat mods weren't built for sentiment. But she'd been online long enough to learn it. "What's the file ID?" "Most," Kaelen echoed, his optical sensor dimming
"She was afraid of becoming a ghost," Kaelen said, the amber warning light on his own chest now pulsing in time with the HUD. "And I'm afraid of forgetting her. What's the difference between a ghost and a memory, Jex?" A private diary
"M-4033-92. She signed it 'Lina.'"
Jex ran a rapid calculation. "The purge algorithm will flag that as 'low value.' Zero network shares. Single user. It'll be the first to go."