Rikki Six Tory Lane Info

Tory Lane—the girl, not the street—sat on the cot, trembling. "Your father didn't just fix fusion cores. He was a smuggler of data. The most valuable data is a person. A digital soul. He smuggled my mother out of a corpo black-site where they were experimenting with uploading consciousness. He loved her. And when he knew he was dying, he hid her inside the only place they’d never look: a child’s mind. A blank slate. A girl who died in a shuttle crash. He implanted my mother’s ghost into that dead girl’s brainstem, and then he erased every record of it. Even from himself. He wanted her to live a normal life."

The girl held up a data-slate. It was cracked, but the glow on its screen painted her face in ghostly blue. On it, a file was open. A single photograph: Rikki, age ten, standing next to a man in a fusion-core jumpsuit. Her father. And behind him, a street sign warped by heat: TORY LANE. rikki six tory lane

"Inside," Rikki said, grabbing the girl's arm. "Now." Tory Lane—the girl, not the street—sat on the