"This one," the cube whispered, "was three seconds before the GSN realized it was infinite. Every Xerox you've ever made? Every Ghost that should have died? They're all inside me. Your loneliness. Your grief. That boy you kissed through a copy. We remember."
That meant her Ghosts didn't vanish. They just… stayed. gsn xerox
She slid the prototype shard back into the Xerox. "This one," the cube whispered, "was three seconds
It was a machine.