He saw a boy, no more than six, with a mop of brown hair and a gap-toothed smile. The boy was flying a kite on a green hill under a yellow sun. The boy was laughing. The boy was calling a name. A name with vowels. A name that tasted like honey and rain.
The drones chirped in confusion. Anomaly detected. Error 734: Unauthorized neural plasticity. He saw a boy, no more than six,
The designation was . No vowels. Just the hard consonants, like a door slamming shut. He saw a boy