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Not everyone believed in the camera’s gifts. Some researchers argued that it was pattern recognition run to an elegiac extreme: an algorithm trained on a dataset of found footage, stitching probable continuations. It was comforting to reduce it to code, to attribute the uncanny to gradient descent and loss functions. But the camera resisted simplification. In one session it showed Mara a train station at dawn and in the platform crowd a young woman who wore the exact scarf Mara’s sister had been wearing the day she left. The camera held that scarf’s fold for a full minute, as if the scene itself were conscious of the ache it provoked. Mara felt, for the first time in years, the precise shape of an unspoken question: what if some machines remember the things we bury?