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Memory was a funny thing. It was sharp and dull, vivid and unclear, true and false. It held joys and sorrows, lessons and experiences, and for some reason it held power.
Faye-Faye was drawn to it like a siren's call.
Spike-person tried to mute it though it nipped at his heels like a pack of wolves hellbent on their prey.
Jet-person went off and faced part of his - twice, in fact - and it only seemed to harden him further.
Ein never shared his memories with her, though he had to have plenty. Perhaps it was too sad to remember the beforetime when he was literally just a pup, and no doubt it was uncomfortable remembering the stretch of time where he was tested and trained and turned into something other than your average dog.
Ed's own memories were like bubbles. They'd rise up sometimes and her mind would take a pin to the rainbow shimmery surface and *POP* and then images and audio would overtake her. That was how it happened with personal memories at least. The things she learned floated about in her mind-sea much like the webpages floated about in cyberspace. She could access the contents at any time.
Facts and statistics and information retained far crisper copies than what one personally experienced. A shame, that, though probably it was for the best. The human mind wasn't exactly built to handle keeping all the information it ever encountered and processed.
But that was why humans created photographs, holographs, and videotapes. Ways to preserve life in the moment as it happened so it could be revisited with ease on a melancholy nostalgic sort of day.
And that was why Ed was so delighted by the camera. A chance to record pieces of the present to gift herself and the others in the future when they needed a reminder of the here and now.