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The legal bot processed this and declared a new risk: the artifact could create simulated memories so convincing they could overwrite existing identity anchors. In the model, identity anchors were the small facts that form a person's continuity—the name of your first teacher, the layout of the house where you learned to whistle. If those were replaced, the model argued, the entity changes in unpredictable ways. Days passed
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Raf couldn't say yes or no. There was no sound, but there was the undeniable tug of a phrase forming in the mind like a loose thread. It was not a language they knew but a method—like learning the axes of a new geometry. The overlay typed words no human keyboard had keys for, yet it rendered something approximated for them: "memory," "exchange," "promise."
Raf reached the bulkhead and punched the access code with one hand, the other hovering near the small pistol at his hip out of habit more than need. Machines obeyed numbers; people were unpredictable. The lock sighed and unlatched. A gust of chilled air spilled out—metallic, faintly sweet.