Yumi Kazama: Avi

“This isn’t data,” she said. “It’s a girl’s mother. You can fine me. You can wipe my residual ID. But if you take this, you’re not enforcing law—you’re committing erasure. And I’ve done that to myself. I won’t let you do it to her.”

But Avi beeped softly. And for the first time in forty years, Yumi Kazama Avi remembered what it felt like to cry. Yumi Kazama Avi

That was the price of survival. But maybe it didn’t have to be Kaeli’s. “This isn’t data,” she said

And the answer is always yes.

In a sprawling, automated spaceport where travelers are data points and memories are currency, a retired memory archivist named Yumi Kazama Avi must recover a lost child’s final recollection of her mother before it is deleted forever. You can wipe my residual ID