“No,” Forerunner said. “Martin, Melody and I managed to decipher what was stored on the crystal. Or… parts of it. But what we managed to reconstruct was so valuable I risked discovery by sending the drones in so soon.” He let the rifle relax on its straps, lifting out a computation surface from a pocket and holding it out with one synthetic hand. “The reason we were unable to decode the files it contained for so long was because they were memories.”