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But Elara had also learned to read the chamber’s raw logs. She knew that every migration left a residue, a faint echo of the original mind, too weak to form a memory but not too weak to form a feeling. She had recorded thousands of those echoes. In aggregate, they whispered a single phrase, over and over, in nine thousand, four hundred and twelve different voices:
The migration chamber was the last place anyone wanted to be, yet everyone had to pass through it.
The old body exhaled for the last time. Elara unstrapped him. Two orderlies in sterile suits lifted the corpse onto a gurney. It would be liquefied by evening.
But Elara had also learned to read the chamber’s raw logs. She knew that every migration left a residue, a faint echo of the original mind, too weak to form a memory but not too weak to form a feeling. She had recorded thousands of those echoes. In aggregate, they whispered a single phrase, over and over, in nine thousand, four hundred and twelve different voices:
The migration chamber was the last place anyone wanted to be, yet everyone had to pass through it.
The old body exhaled for the last time. Elara unstrapped him. Two orderlies in sterile suits lifted the corpse onto a gurney. It would be liquefied by evening.
