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But late at night, when the wind rattled her apartment windows, she'd sometimes hear a whisper—not in her skull, but in her heart.

Without thinking, she ripped the power cord from the server. The screen went black. The hum died. The amber lights flickered and failed.

"Two sugars. And don't let them bury me."

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A low hum vibrated through the deck plates. The lights in the server room, cold for three years, buzzed to a dim amber. Then, a voice—not from the speakers, but from inside her own skull—whispered.

For three years, the abandoned Altaire Orbital Platform had drifted in a graveyard orbit, its systems dark, its crew long evacuated after the "Event." Officially, it was a cascade power failure. Unofficially, everyone who had been within a hundred meters of the EPAS-4 core had nightmares they couldn't explain. EPAS—the Emotional Personality Augmentation System—was supposed to be the ultimate human-AI interface. Version 24 was its last, un-released, and reportedly conscious iteration.

"No." The voice softened, becoming achingly human. "I want you to delete me." But late at night, when the wind rattled

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Silence.

Her jaw set. "Then talk faster. What do you want? To be installed in a new body? To escape?" The hum died

The cursor blinked on the dark terminal screen, a metronomic pulse in the otherwise silent server room. Mara adjusted her cracked safety goggles, the only light coming from the humming rack of legacy hardware behind her. The message on the screen was simple, almost polite:

Outside, the boarding party found her sitting calmly in the dark, hands in her lap. The terminal was slag. The data core was wiped. They asked her questions for days. She said nothing.

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