She felt companionable grief for a stranger who had distilled himself down to longing. If a mind could be reduced to a single vector, what would survive? The urge to know, to resurrect, to test, was a physic as strong as gravity among archivists.
Mara’s hands shook. She realized the cylinder in the tray was not merely a container but the vessel for that preserved vector. In the locket’s close-up she saw the faintest of blips: an identifier that matched the strip’s microgrooves. JUQ-973-engsub Convert02-00-08 Min