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The drone deployed a small, red laser. It drew a bead on the projector’s lens.

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“Evidence of what?”

“Citizen Elias Voss,” a voice buzzed from the drone’s speaker, flat and recycled. “You are in possession of unlicensed memory media. Surrender the film for incineration.” The drone deployed a small, red laser

Outside, a sleek drone hovered. It didn't need a window. It scanned the barn’s thermal signature, the unusual heat of the vintage bulb. The drone deployed a small

Elias didn’t look away from the screen. The child on the cake was seven now, somewhere in the Mega-Zone, probably streaming her own dreams on a loop, having forgotten the weight of a real candle.

“This isn’t memory,” Elias whispered to the drone. “It’s evidence.”