His stomach turned to ice. Memory backups weren’t for you—they were inventory lists. The Corporation wanted to know exactly what they’d be taking.
His younger sister, Mira, was only seventeen—still preyme, still full of wild laughter and terrible drawings of flying whales. She didn’t know what the Reclamation meant. The Corporation had scrubbed that from school curricula. To her, turning twenty-five was just a boring medical checkup. preyme
Kael was twenty-four years, eleven months, and three days old. His stomach turned to ice
He knelt in front of her, took her hands. He couldn’t explain the cost. Couldn’t tell her what he’d lost. But he could show her what he’d gained. was only seventeen—still preyme
But Kael had a secret.