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Silla’s smile widened. “The crack is spreading, Doctor. From our pods. To the colony’s grid. To the安保 drones. To the hydroponics pumps. To your motor cortex.”

Aris didn't hear alarms. He felt them—a low, subsonic thrum in his molars. He leaned over the main diagnostics tank, a sphere of amber liquid where the thirty-seven neural ghosts swam as shimmering koi. Each koi was a mind. Each was supposed to be placid.