Day 5: Sci-Fi Adventure
In the year 2147, memories could be bought, sold, and stolen. Rhea had always guarded hers like treasure — the sound of her mother’s laugh, the weight of her father’s arms, the last sunset she watched on Earth before the Exodus. But today, she stood in a neon-lit memory exchange station on Mars, gripping the small silver cube that held her past.
“Are you sure?” the technician asked, eyeing her with practiced indifference. “Once it’s gone, it’s gone. You can’t take it back.”
Rhea nodded. “Just extract the fragment I marked. Everything else stays.”
Inside the booth, she closed her eyes and the machine hummed to life. Images flickered behind her lids — a boy with storm-colored eyes, his voice whispering promises under the shattered sky of New Tokyo. Then, the betrayal. The scream. The look in his eyes when he walked away and left her bleeding in the ruins. That was the memory she had come to erase.
But as the machine reached the final sequence, it stalled. A warning flashed: “Extraction Error. Memory cannot be isolated.”
Rhea slammed her palm against the glass. “Why not?”
The technician shrugged. “Some memories are tied to too many others. You pull one string, the whole tapestry unravels.”
Rhea staggered out, the silver cube untouched. She looked up at the Martian sky, violet and strange. Maybe the pain was part of the blueprint that made her whole. Maybe forgetting wasn’t freedom — maybe it was surrender.
She slipped the cube back into her coat and walked away, slower, but certain. Her past wasn’t a prison. It was armor.
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