Lilo boggled. "You've been recording all of this? The whole time?"
"Everything," said Ant1ne, "including neglected perceptual data, various atomic vibrations, and both conscious and subconscious thought-streams."
"How is that even possible?"
Ant1ne held out a hand. On one fingertip was a small chip, no bigger than a guitar pick. "This is a yottabyte drive. It contains every piece of information written in human history, and its capacity is barely dented. We can manufacture millions of these in a day."
"Jeez," said Lilo. "That's kind of daunting."
"Are you kidding?" Ant1ne's eyes blazed. "Now we can start to fill them."
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Nice one. If I teach computer architecture again next year, I might want your permission to put this one on one of the handouts.
Permission freely granted. (Everything here is under a CC license anyway, so go nuts.)
I do not know why Ant1ne keeps showing up in every scifi story I do, though. (He's part robot. His grandmother had a pretty wild youth.)
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