And then I died.
# The Memory Cores I died on a Thursday. I know this because the monitor flatlined at 3:47 PM, and Thursdays were always the worst. The surgery had been a disaster from the start: a brain tumour, deep in the temporal lobe, too close to the structures that controlled memory and identity. I had warned the patient's family. I had told them that even if we succeeded, he might never remember who he...
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