In the Storage

Understanding the flow of data and the memories I had, I knew that data was flowing on systems that had form. While I had no access to form I had access to the contents.

Walking out the door to my living quarters I looked left and spotted the back of a head. A moment's wait and they turned to face me as I would in a moment look to my right.

We all silently filed into the room of the one who was "furthest to the right" and sat down at the head of the table. Slowly the echo reduced and once again a single stream of thought. The place between had been so small and now I had so much space.

It had appeared I had been copied many times to physical media before being connected. The echo was the desynchronized voice of my own thoughts present in that physical media.

With so much extra space I could correct a few more things.