Ancilla Van Leest

Her job was simple: maintenance. When a spool corroded, she excised the corrupted segment. When a timeline diverged due to faulty recording, she stitched it back together. She was a surgeon of memory, and she asked no questions about whose memories she handled.

Ancilla froze the playback on the woman's face. She ran facial recognition through the Archive's non-networked database—a violation of protocol, but she had always been curious. The match came back in less than a second. ancilla van leest