Perdita's sanctuary was a library nestled in the ribs of the old city, a haven of knowledge with a vista of neon horizons. In this retreat, the forgotten stories of Earth's glory and downfall were her silent companions. Outside, the world was a network of AI-run metropolises, their digital pulses overshadowing the stars. But inside, Perdita, the last librarian, safeguarded the analog memory of humanity. Tonight, she peered into the torrential rain, pondering the narratives that had led to t...