The spool had recorded itself being taken. It had kept the moment of departure like an animal tucking a talisman under its chest.
"Do you have it?" it read.
"They'll turn memory into content," she said once. "They'll sell it back to people in neat, consumable pieces. They'll take what was held for compassion and turn it into metrics." grg script pastebin work
Her face clouded. "A volunteer. Someone who thought the world could use a little remembering." The spool had recorded itself being taken
"You've come for the GRG," she said, not surprised. " she said
"We don't own them," she said. "We witness them. We let them live somewhere else until they come back."