Kenji listened once. Her voice was glass breaking, then healing. And in the background, faint as a ghost, the sound of a safe clicking shut.
When the final chord faded, Ai’s imprint dissolved into a cascade of luminous particles that drifted into the Library’s data‑streams, becoming part of the collective consciousness of the Confederation. WAAA-332 Ai Sayama MR01-58-11 Min