“You three are my finest works. Lya, you mourn a daughter who never existed. Missy, your brother died in a training accident you caused. Maria… you’ve been dead for six years. The woman standing beside you is a memory echo I’ve been maintaining to keep the mission going.”
Lya nodded, but her jaw tightened. She still heard her daughter’s voice from the last mission. Mommy, why did you leave? The Interstitial had forged that memory from fragments of a birthday party recording. Private 21 06 26 Lya Missy And Maria Wars Inter...
“Do it,” Maria ordered.
Maria stared at her own hands. They were slightly translucent. “I remember dying,” she whispered. “Helmets off in the bunker. The gas. Lya, you tried to save me. I told you to run.” “You three are my finest works