Pt. V Workshop

Right turn, left turn, left, right, down a stairwell right again, Sec let her feet move and just followed. Echo was not far behind, the occasional exasperated gasp the only sound she made. They burst into a cavernous room and stopped dead. In front of her was what could only be described as a massive floating orb of what looked like liquid metal. Sec stepped up to the quicksilver sphere, paused, and without really thinking about it began weaving, the moment her nite dust touched the orb a blast of color and light hit her like a torrent. Much of her past life flooded into her mind in an instant, fragmented but largely intact. This had been her home, this room her workshop. She’d been experimenting with pushing nanites beyond their original design, creating an entirely new thing, something denser, smaller, more primordial. This one was one of those things maybe the most important of them, she’d called it flow metal back then. And she now remembered a curious note on its design, an entirely unintended side effect she’d stumbled upon, this substance would record memories of the people who’d linked with it, creating an entire facsimile of that person up to the instant that they made contact.