Jessika Downes-Gössl

All of the children are gone. It saw plenty of young people, even babies, but none of them were children. They were all dressed in grey suits, just like the adults. they all walked in straight lines as though they had somewhere incredibly important they needed to be. If MemRE had tried to take any new childhood memories, it probably wouldn't have been able to find any.

All of the children are gone. It saw plenty of young people, even babies, but none of them were children. They were all dressed in grey suits, just like the adults. they all walked in straight lines as though they had somewhere incredibly important they needed to be. If MemRE had tried to take any new childhood memories, it probably wouldn't have been able to find any.

All of the children are gone. It saw plenty of young people, even babies, but none of them were children. They were all dressed in grey suits, just like the adults. they all walked in straight lines as though they had somewhere incredibly important they needed to be. If MemRE had tried to take any new childhood memories, it probably wouldn't have been able to find any.

Mem-RE rolls forlornly onto a familiar street, but it is too distracted to recognize it. The little Membot cannot even bring itself to look up at the stars anymore. What has happened to its little town? Just then, the door of Number 9 Wisteria Avenue swings open. Out comes a woman in her late middle years. She is dressed all in grey, and she looks tired.

Mem-RE rolls forlornly onto a familiar street, but it is too distracted to recognize it. The little Membot cannot even bring itself to look up at the stars anymore. What has happened to its little town? Just then, the door of Number 9 Wisteria Avenue swings open. Out comes a woman in her late middle years. She is dressed all in grey, and she looks tired.

Mem-RE rolls forlornly onto a familiar street, but it is too distracted to recognize it. The little Membot cannot even bring itself to look up at the stars anymore. What has happened to its little town? Just then, the door of Number 9 Wisteria Avenue swings open. Out comes a woman in her late middle years. She is dressed all in grey, and she looks tired.

She is looking down at her watch, so she doesn't notice Mem-RE standing in front of her until she trips over it. Instinctively, Mem-RE's mechanical hand shoots out to catch her before she falls down. Her warm palm wraps around its hand. They look at each other. Mem-Ai knows that this must be Keiko. But it doesn't understand how so many years could have passed since it last saw her.

She is looking down at her watch, so she doesn't notice Mem-RE standing in front of her until she trips over it. Instinctively, Mem-RE's mechanical hand shoots out to catch her before she falls down. Her warm palm wraps around its hand. They look at each other. Mem-Ai knows that this must be Keiko. But it doesn't understand how so many years could have passed since it last saw her.

She is looking down at her watch, so she doesn't notice Mem-RE standing in front of her until she trips over it. Instinctively, Mem-RE's mechanical hand shoots out to catch her before she falls down. Her warm palm wraps around its hand. They look at each other. Mem-Ai knows that this must be Keiko. But it doesn't understand how so many years could have passed since it last saw her.

According to its internal chronometer, it was only yesterday that it took her favorite childhood memory from her. It takes Keiko a little bit longer to recognize MemRE. She hasn't thought about her little Membot in many, many decades. It's you, she says surprised. I thought you were all gone. Well, it's very nice to see you again, but I have to go. I can't be late for work.

According to its internal chronometer, it was only yesterday that it took her favorite childhood memory from her. It takes Keiko a little bit longer to recognize MemRE. She hasn't thought about her little Membot in many, many decades. It's you, she says surprised. I thought you were all gone. Well, it's very nice to see you again, but I have to go. I can't be late for work.

According to its internal chronometer, it was only yesterday that it took her favorite childhood memory from her. It takes Keiko a little bit longer to recognize MemRE. She hasn't thought about her little Membot in many, many decades. It's you, she says surprised. I thought you were all gone. Well, it's very nice to see you again, but I have to go. I can't be late for work.

She begins to hurry away. And it is not until she is outside of her work building that she notices that MemRE has followed her all the way. Keiko sighs, but she doesn't have time to shoo the little robot away. She lets it follow her inside and hopes that no one will notice. They walk and roll through a long corridor until they reach Keiko's desk.

She begins to hurry away. And it is not until she is outside of her work building that she notices that MemRE has followed her all the way. Keiko sighs, but she doesn't have time to shoo the little robot away. She lets it follow her inside and hopes that no one will notice. They walk and roll through a long corridor until they reach Keiko's desk.

She begins to hurry away. And it is not until she is outside of her work building that she notices that MemRE has followed her all the way. Keiko sighs, but she doesn't have time to shoo the little robot away. She lets it follow her inside and hopes that no one will notice. They walk and roll through a long corridor until they reach Keiko's desk.

Mem Re is surprised to see the word engineer written on Keiko's desk. Its eyes brighten with joy, like a nightlight in a dark bedroom. She looks nothing like the engineers that it once knew, but here she is. Just the person it needed. Mem-RE rolls around Keiko and pulls on her hand, trying to get her to follow it to the warehouse.

Mem Re is surprised to see the word engineer written on Keiko's desk. Its eyes brighten with joy, like a nightlight in a dark bedroom. She looks nothing like the engineers that it once knew, but here she is. Just the person it needed. Mem-RE rolls around Keiko and pulls on her hand, trying to get her to follow it to the warehouse.

Mem Re is surprised to see the word engineer written on Keiko's desk. Its eyes brighten with joy, like a nightlight in a dark bedroom. She looks nothing like the engineers that it once knew, but here she is. Just the person it needed. Mem-RE rolls around Keiko and pulls on her hand, trying to get her to follow it to the warehouse.

But Keiko stubbornly stays put and doesn't even try to listen to what Mem-RE wants to tell her. Instead, She sits down and starts to work. The sounds of all the office workers blend into one. It is environmental and hypnotic. MRE is momentarily transported into another world. The clipping of staplers is like the chirping of cicadas. The rustling of paper is like the wind through leaves.

But Keiko stubbornly stays put and doesn't even try to listen to what Mem-RE wants to tell her. Instead, She sits down and starts to work. The sounds of all the office workers blend into one. It is environmental and hypnotic. MRE is momentarily transported into another world. The clipping of staplers is like the chirping of cicadas. The rustling of paper is like the wind through leaves.