Yosino Granddaughter 1: Mago A Ver10 Eng 39 16

The letter came sealed with wax and a thumbprint that had been dead for sixteen years.

“If you’re hearing this, I’ve been dead 20 years. Mago — the one you call granddaughter — is me. Uploaded. Compressed. Waiting for Ver10 to unpack her.”

Mago smiled. It was her grandmother’s smile.