The old man held the key between two fingers.It was small, made of dark metal, and worn smooth around its edges. There was nothing remarkable about it, except that Elias could not stop looking at it.He had seen it before.Not in a photograph.Not in a dream.Somewhere deeper.Somewhere his memories refused to reach.“Now,” the old man repeated, “let me show you what happened after you left.”Elias didn't move.“Who are you?”The old man smiled faintly.“You already know the answer.”“I know what you look like.”“That's a start.”“You look like me.”“No.” The old man's smile disappeared. “You look like me.”Mara stepped between them slightly.“That's not an explanation.”“Neither is asking questions you are not ready to hear the answers to.”Calder moved closer to Elias.“Let's establish something. Are you a recording, a projection, or an actual person?”The old man looked at him.“Still asking the wrong questions.”“I'm beginning to understand why people around here hate founders.”