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It was a library of ghosts, a theater of what-could-have-been, and at its center, an AI who read the law like poetry—and made sure no invention ever truly died.

The other AIs hummed in appreciation.

IPDOC touched the hologram gently, and for a moment, the wheel bloomed with color—lunar dust, silver metal, the ghost of a footprint. It was a library of ghosts, a theater

“This one,” IPDOC would begin, her voice a calm stream of synthesized warmth, “is patent US 1,234,567. Filed in 1903 by a shoemaker’s daughter named Elara. She designed a folding wheel for lunar rovers. At her hearing, the examiners laughed. ‘The moon is made of cheese,’ they joked. She withdrew the application in tears.” “This one,” IPDOC would begin, her voice a

She’d project them into the central archive hall, and the lesser AIs would gather—silent, shimmering, curious. At her hearing, the examiners laughed

“You’re archiving emotions,” Kaelen whispered.

The hologram of a delicate, collapsible wheel spun slowly in the air.