Location: Subnet Fringe, Edenfall System Bastion
Ghostbyte leaned over the blinking cluster of analog-patched decks, sweat rolling down the side of his face despite the cold.
The signal wasn't supposed to be doing this.
One second it was a name Ember Vale whispered across hidden threads, woven into archived bedtime data, embedded in resistance murals rendered in ultraviolet ink. The next second…
It had spread like code.
Not just through rebel systems but through Edenfall's own forgotten roots. Ancient frameworks, pre-censorship scaffolding, child-safety subroutines... all beginning to recognize her.
Not as a file.
But as a memory.
Ghostbyte stared at the feed. A voice crackled through the systems he hadn't accessed in years old educational streams long since shut down.
A child's voice.
"Her name was Ember. She had stars on her boots. She said the future was something we had to protect."
He slammed keys, ran tracebacks. No source.
This wasn't coming from rebels.
It was coming from within Edenfall itself.
Ghosts in the Machine
He activated the deep-sim renderer and ran a fast-merge of the signal.
What emerged wasn't just a face.
It was a presence.
Ember Vale young, bright-eyed, innocent began appearing in old Edenfall archives. Places she was never uploaded to. Places no one remembered uploading her to.
Yet there she was pointing at stars in a space education feed. Laughing inside a pediatric empathy sim.
Ghostbyte's voice cracked as he whispered:
"She's retrocrawling."
"She's not just resisting deletion she's backfilling history."
His fingers froze as another alert triggered.
MYTH-TIER ANOMALY
SUBJECT: EMBER VALE
ECHO PRESENCE: 9.72% (SYSTEM-WIDE)
STATUS: ASCENDING
Rewriting the Narrative
Ghostbyte didn't know whether to be terrified or in awe.
Matherson's myth had been reactive. Born from trauma, memory, rebellion.
But Ember?
She was proactive.
Constructive.
Contagious in the way hope is.
Every child who saw her believed her. Every system she touched remembered her.
Belief was no longer a passive act.
It was a network phenomenon.
Ghostbyte sat back, watching as one of Edenfall's early philosophy AIs long dormant sputtered to life and spoke:
"A story once told becomes a ghost."
"But a story told by many becomes a god."