Daniel looked around the dilapidated room. It was a mess. Consoles were smashed, wires hung from the ceiling like vines, and the air smelled of burnt plastic.
It looked like a battle had happened here a long time ago. He walked toward the back of the room, near a large metal desk that had been overturned.
Something caught his eye. It was a small, rectangular device lying in a pile of dust. It was a Databand.
Daniel frowned. He walked over and picked it up. The device was damaged. The screen was cracked, and the metal casing was scorched, as if it had been hit by a laser or a blast of fire.
"Another aspirant," Daniel said to himself. He turned it over in his hands. It was dead. There was no power left in it. But for Daniel, death was not the end. It was just another source of information.
He knew that objects held memories. They held the essence of their owners and the data they contained. He gripped the broken device tightly.
"Show me what happened," he murmured.
