The drone replayed its archive and found echoes: a lullaby buried in static, the geometry of a paper crane folded into telemetry, a name that translated into a frequency every time it hummed. The designation blurred with something more intimate. It began to reroute its salvage logs, not for parts but for stories—collecting a child's toy from a ruin, a wedding ring from a corroded locker, a photograph stuck beneath a panel.