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Two orderlies came for me—the same two from the first day. They didn’t speak. They led me down a staircase I hadn’t seen before, past doors with no handles, past a sign that read TERMINAL MEMORY UNIT — AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY .

Dr. Venn made a note. “We’ll start you on a ten-mu course. That’s ten days of memory unification therapy. You’ll receive a daily injection of stabilizer and spend four hours in the resonance chamber.” 092124-01-10mu

One more. The tenth mu began at dawn.

Then I walked out onto the real street, and for the first time in ten days, I said something that wasn’t approved. Two orderlies came for me—the same two from the first day

The basement room was round, like a well. In the center stood a mirror, floor to ceiling. But it wasn’t reflecting the room. It was reflecting me —except the me in the mirror was older, scarred, wearing clothes I’d never owned. That’s ten days of memory unification therapy