Speculative fiction writer. Second-generation Japanese-American, raised in Portland, now based in Berlin. My stories live in the gap between technology and folklore — where the algorithm meets the ghost story. Published in Clarkesworld, Strange Horizons, and Uncanny Magazine.
Maya noticed it first on a Wednesday morning, the way the U-Bahn doors hesitated before opening at Schönleinstraße. Not a mechanical delay.
The notification arrived on a Tuesday morning: "Keiko Tanaka shared a memory." Maya stared at her phone. Her grandmother had been dead for three years.
The apartment complex on Grünberger Straße started closing its eyes at night three months after the AI building management system was installed.
Yuki's mother had been dead for three years when the email arrived. The subject line read: "Your MemoryVault Archive Is Ready."
The package arrived on a Tuesday, which Kenji thought was fitting. His mother had always preferred Tuesdays. Something about the way the week had...