She worked in bursts, feeding the Portable fragments of memory — the curve of a streetlight, the angle of a window in a building that had once sold postcards, the way shadows gathered in a stoop. The device understood fragments and filled the rest with an economy of lines and tolerances it apparently respected. Sometimes it filled too neatly, correcting for parts of Mara that had stopped believing in finer details. She learned to leave blank spaces, and the machine learned to ask fewer questions.
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She thought about stopping. She thought about the city's rule: unauthorized modifications, no matter how small, were punishable by reassignment or worse. The NANOCAD Portable existed in a grey zone; distributed, experimental, and technically illegal. The government tolerated prototype tools as long as they remained in labs. This one had escaped into a workshop and into a woman's hands. That fact alone made it dangerous. She worked in bursts, feeding the Portable fragments
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