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One evening, a crisis erupted. A major data-freight truck had crashed on the elevated skyway, scattering a thousand "Memoria" pods—small, egg-shaped drones that contained the backup memories of elderly citizens. The pods were beeping chaotically, rolling into storm drains and getting crushed under mag-lev trains. The city’s clean-up crews were coming at dawn to sweep them all into the incinerator. "Obsolete bio-storage," they'd call them.

"You did this?"

Kaito stood frozen. His programming screamed at him to calculate odds, to assess risk, to find the most efficient path to failure. But then he heard the tiny, terrified beeps of the Memoria pods. Each beep was a first kiss. Each beep was a child’s birthday. Each beep was a life. meizu chan