"Kael, look at me," she said. "The drive, the server, the data—that’s just a ghost in a box. You spend all your time trying to save a memory, but you're forgetting to live the life I left for you."
"The scanners were heavy near the docks," Kaelen whispered, leaning his head back against the cold brick. 160 : Testament, Your Heart is Right Here...
The drive hissed, the connection severing as the power died. The lavender scent vanished, replaced by the smell of ozone and wet asphalt. Kaelen sat alone in the dark of Sector 160, but for the first time in years, he didn't feel empty. He gripped the drive one last time, then stood up and let it slip into the shadows below. "Kael, look at me," she said
"I’m running out of credits, Elara," he admitted, his voice cracking. "The corporate bastards are raising the hosting fees for the Testament drives. I don’t know if I can keep you online another month." The drive hissed, the connection severing as the power died
"The Testament is a record," she whispered, her image beginning to fade as the battery warning surged in his peripheral vision. "But your heart... That’s where I actually live. Stop fighting for the crystal, and start fighting for the man I loved."
He plugged the drive into his neural port. Immediately, the smog of the city vanished, replaced by the scent of lavender and the warmth of a sun that hadn't shone over the sector in fifty years. "You’re late," her voice echoed, vibrant and clear.