Rikki Six Tory Lane Today

"You'll die too."

Tory Lane—the girl, not the street—sat on the cot, trembling. "Your father didn't just fix fusion cores. He was a smuggler of data. The most valuable data is a person. A digital soul. He smuggled my mother out of a corpo black-site where they were experimenting with uploading consciousness. He loved her. And when he knew he was dying, he hid her inside the only place they’d never look: a child’s mind. A blank slate. A girl who died in a shuttle crash. He implanted my mother’s ghost into that dead girl’s brainstem, and then he erased every record of it. Even from himself. He wanted her to live a normal life." rikki six tory lane

The rain seemed to pause. The hum of the city’s underbelly faded to a held breath. "You'll die too

"But you didn't," Rikki said.