Chapter 8: The Memory Wars
The Hollow felt different now. Not bigger—deeper. Shadows clung to corners like they were holding secrets, and for the first time, Zhou wondered if the place was beginning to dream on its own. She was halfway through calibrating a neural relay when the flicker hit her. It wasn’t a visual glitch—it was a memory glitch. She was six again, lying in a field of burning wheat under a gray sky. Only… that wasn’t right. She’d grown up in the megacity arcologies of Shanghai, where wheat was something you printed in a food lab. The memory had weight, detail—smell, sound, … Continue readingChapter 8: The Memory Wars