And from that night on, Databurg ran a little smoother. Parking tickets became apologies. Expired IDs became renewed. And every photograph, no matter how sad, showed someone smiling.

"The Silvercrest X-9000 does not scan reality. It corrects it. Proceed?"

The scanner whirred to life with a sound like a sleeping dragon clearing its throat. Kael placed a tattered driver's license from the lost city of Old Detroit onto the glass. He hit "Scan."

The photo slid out. His grandmother, who had been frowning at a distant relative, was now beaming. Not a different photo—the same photo, but reality had been politely edited.

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