“Have you thought about what that implies?” Martin asked, ignoring the geneticist again. “If you could play songs you didn’t know, if you had skills you’d never learned… something must’ve altered your mind as well. Implanting memories… the Pioneering Society can’t do that. Our neuroimprints are always just exact scans. Guess it makes sense—whoever built Sanctuary obviously understood more about engineering than we do. Why not neuroscience too…”