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<p>&ldquo;Günay,&rdquo; Need An Answer said. &ldquo;I will remind you that we are asking you, not your superiors. You may answer honestly without fear of reprisal. We are running this show, now.&rdquo;</p>
<p>There was a rustle of noise from the AVEC stage. Low murmurs and shuffling in seats, quickly quelled.</p>
<p>&ldquo;This is intended to be a collaborative effort, Need&rdquo; Jakub began.</p>
<p>&ldquo;Have you lost 23 billion souls, my dear?&rdquo;</p>
<p>Need An Answer interrupted, and there was danger beneath the calm in her voice. &ldquo;Have you lost 23 billion souls, my dear?&rdquo;</p>
<p>There was no response for several seconds. The tension, even across the AVEC feed, was palpable. Eventually, he bowed. &ldquo;Günay, you may carry on.&rdquo;</p>
<p>The systech nodded slowly, looked off into space for a moment — consulting something on her HUD, I imagined — before nodding. &ldquo;We only have an estimate, but yes, our estimate is 0.977% of the total instances on Lagrange were lost or corrupted.&rdquo;</p>
<p>A low mutter filled the room, this time from those sys-side.</p>
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<p>&ldquo;And?&rdquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;There was some experimenting on that front from a therapeutic standpoint, but they were never able to remove a singular memory, only to wipe back from the present moment to a certain point in the past.&rdquo;</p>
<p>I prodded at the slab of table, unmoored from the floor as it was. It was immobile. &ldquo;Are you thinking they did that for everyone?&rdquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;Everyone who survived, perhaps,&rdquo; Dry Grass said, shrugging. She looked tired, as though the exhaustion were catching up with her. &ldquo;But come, they are unmuting. We should be quiet. We should listen.&rdquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;Everyone who survived, perhaps,&rdquo; Dry Grass said, shrugging. She looked tired, as though the exhaustion were catching up with her. &ldquo;Did you notice anything leading up to midnight?&rdquo;</p>
<p>I thought for a moment, just pressing gently against the table. <em>I just wish it had some give,</em> I thought. <em>If it&rsquo;s going to be floating in air, it should have some give.</em></p>
<p>Aloud, I said, &ldquo;I remember mentioning some <em>déjà vu,</em> and then Hanne mentioned similar.&rdquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;Come to think of it, I remember getting almost punched in the face with that, too,&rdquo; Sedge said, frowning.</p>
<p>Dry Grass sat still, looking down at the table as though tallying up these experiences. &ldquo;We did notice some of that in our experiments, yes; memories whose tails were left dangling trying their best to dovetail into the new ones being formed,&rdquo; she said slowly. &ldquo;But come, they are unmuting. We should be quiet. We should listen.&rdquo;</p>
<p>Sure enough, the mute symbol had begun to pulse, and a few seconds later, it disappeared and the small noises of rustling began to come through from phys-side once more.</p>
<p>&ldquo;Thank you for clarifying,&rdquo; Dry Grass said, offering a hint of a bow to the gathered System techs and administrators. &ldquo;We would like to ask if there has been a general memory modification that would have removed time leading up to </p>
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