Arthur hesitated. "What does that entail?"
"I archive it," the Manager corrected. "It does not need to be on the 'Desktop' of your mind, staring you in the face. But it must remain in the drive. Without it, you are a smaller file." picture manager
"Were you?" the Manager asked. "Metadata analysis indicates elevated heart rate, forced smile muscle engagement, and a timestamp leading to an argument forty minutes later. The data is corrupted by sentiment." Arthur hesitated
He scrolled down. He found the photo of Elena. It was still there. He didn't delete it. But he didn't stare at it either. He simply moved it to an album named "Archive," and then, for the first time in years, he closed the app, put the phone in his pocket, and looked out the window at the real world. But it must remain in the drive