The SD card wasn’t just storage. Over ten years of use, the R-Link 2 had indexed every file, every playback, every time he had paused on her photo. It had built a crude neural map of his memories. Not intelligence. Just pattern. But pattern, when left alone for a decade, begins to look like a ghost.

He smiled. "Let’s go home."

But the notification didn’t go away. It flickered. Then it changed.

"Uploading Memory Archive…"