In the last hours of your life, the Memori people came to sit with me at Weiss. I watched a machine breathe for you while they told me my options. They offered the memorial biotattoo, the voicebox-hologram combo. I wanted everything, every scrap of you that I could keep, but I couldn’t pay for any of it. I stopped listening when they launched into down payments and interest rates.
You can have her dreams, they said.
Of course, she continued, We have a selection of cutting-edge hardware available for purchase here, if you need.
Her, I said. Her subconscious.
