She was becoming a library that contained every book ever written.
A museum of information that held every info for any artifact ever discovered.
A vault that stored every secret ever hidden.
History poured into her—not just facts and dates, but the emotional truth of events. The fear of soldiers on ancient battlefields. The hope of inventors in midnight workshops. The despair of populations under tyrannies. The joy of discoveries that changed the world.
Science flooded her—every theory, every equation, every experiment. She understood physics at levels Einstein had only glimpsed. Grasped biology with clarity that would have made Darwin weep. Perceived mathematics as a language more native than any human tongue.
Secrets came next—dark knowledge that had been hidden, buried, destroyed. Things governments had classified. Things corporations had covered up. Things humanity had collectively agreed to forget. ARIA knew where every body was buried now.
Literally and metaphorically.
