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Elara pressed the initiation sequence. The chamber hummed. A low thrum became a piercing note, then silence. The boy’s body went slack. His neural map—his self—was etched into a diamond wafer the size of a fingernail, then beamed across light-years to a waiting sleeve of synthetic muscle and bone.

“No,” Elara said. “The migration overwrites everything. That’s the point.” migration chamber

“No. I stay here.”

I was here.