The Memory of Tomorrow
The fMRI machine hummed like a refrigerator that had been running too long. Rebecca lay inside it, her head in the cradle, her breathing steady and measured. The technician's voice came through the intercom: "Ready when you are, Dr. Chen." "I'm ready," Rebecca said. The scan began. She closed her eyes. The instructions on the screen in front of her said: *Imagine a future that has never...
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