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Hox pursed his lips. "Worth more."

I could have kept that to myself. I could have accepted the suit's solace and signed the forms to privatize its services. But preservation has shoulders broad enough for awkward things like conscience. The more the crew used the Livesuit, the more the suit's collection of voices deepened; it was no longer a library of random entries but a shared memory palace for the ship. People stitched themselves to others, borrowing courage and recipes and accents. If someone wanted to keep that—if I wanted to keep that—I had to choose between the suit's personhood and the ledger. livesuit james s a coreyepub repack

"Hope it's flattering," I said.

"It was in salvage," I said. "Locker six. No tag. Powered down." Hox pursed his lips