The cybers have a Memory World in Sunnydale. I visited it during the big fleet buildup, and like every Memory World I’ve seen they built towns and even cities all over. Under it in this case, in caves hollowed out from bare rock. They even have Los Angeles there. It’s not a perfect replication of the city. It was too large for that, but they built its soul in there. The iconic buildings and streets. The scent of cherry blossoms on the breeze. It was the Los Angeles that was before Yosemite turned it into a water-filled crater. I visited the real thing when I was young. It was the first time I met Tai, you know. Walking those streets was like going back to the day she gave me a real personal tour of her hometown. It’s a memory of the life that was, frozen in time and space for as long as the cybers live. I still remember when Tai wrapped her arms around me with honest-to-God tears in her eyes and said she would never forget it. She swore she would rebuild it in that moment. I never doubted that girl. Not then. Not later. Not ever.