Memory
Neural Echoes
reading time: 8 minutes
The city remembered everything, even when its people did not.
From the twenty-third floor of the Saffron Spire, Mara Vale watched data towers pierce the smog like obsidian needles. Their surfaces shimmered with scrolling light—petabytes breathing in steady rhythms. Below, the streets pulsed with traffic and neon, and above, the cloud held what mattered most: fragments of human lives, clipped and tagged and sold.