A Little Agency - Laney Model 18 Sets.33 – Ultra HD

“Who’s the client?” I asked, though I already knew the answer. The job order was sealed.

“Laney,” the voice crackled. It was Connelly, my handler at A Little Agency. The name is a joke. There’s nothing little about the jobs they send my way. “Got a calibration gig. Model 18. Client wants a point-three-three set.” A Little Agency - Laney Model 18 Sets.33

I stepped closer. Elyse didn’t flinch. I tilted her chin up with my fingers. Her skin was warm. Too warm. Feverish with data. “Who’s the client

“That’s the job,” I said, placing my kit on the glass table. The kit was a silver briefcase lined with velvet and neuro-syringes. “You know what that means?” It was Connelly, my handler at A Little Agency

“I know,” she whispered. “Not a full wipe. Just the last seventy-two hours. The taste of coffee. The feeling of rain on my shoulder. The argument about free will. All filed down to point-three-three on the emotional spectrum. I’ll still know I’m a Model 18. I just won’t remember why I was sad.”

“Hello,” she said, blinking. “I am Elyse. Model 18. How may I serve?”

“The .33 setting,” she said softly. “It doesn’t just remove memories. It changes the shape of the soul, doesn’t it?”