The Veriton didn’t just store data. It stored the forest’s last will and testament. And the will said: You are not above us. You are a late branch on an old tree. Come home, or wither.
In the year 2147, the last true forest on Earth was a hologram.
The Veriton was not the end of the story.
She shouldn’t have done it. But she pressed her palm to the cradle.