The Star Missing an Edge

The child's name was Mihe.

When the name surfaced from memory, Xu Linchuan did not feel surprised at once.

He merely sat at his desk, looking at two enlarged images side by side. One came from an old record seven years earlier; the other was a diagnostic image taken that day in the adaptation room. Seven years separated the filter rings in the photographs, and their casings showed different degrees of wear, but the blue patch at the rear right was unchanged.