It wasn’t a memory of an event. It was a memory of a feeling —the exact sensation of being chosen. The machine projected a low, golden light into the gel-filled chambers. Inside, the infants—the not-yet-people—twitched their translucent fingers. A sound came through the speakers: not a lullaby, but the soft, startled inhale of someone realizing they are loved without reason.
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(e.g., sci-fi vs. community-specific themes)? It wasn’t a memory of an event