Subnautica V67816 -

The singing is getting louder.

I have a choice. Flee in a rocket made from the dead. Or dive deeper and ask the city what it did with the souls of the V67816 .

The fabricator just printed a schematic for an escape rocket. But the schematic requires 22 kilos of “neural silicate”—a mineral that only forms inside living brains.

I have not slept in 72 hours. Because every time I close my eyes, I see the truth: the ocean floor isn't rock. It’s a membrane. And the V67816 is not a wreck. It’s an incubation chamber, slowly being absorbed into the skin of a creature the size of a moon. Subnautica V67816

My PDA updates: “New blueprint acquired: ‘Exosuit Cranial Interface.’ Warning: Procedure irreversible.”

The first thing you learn about 4546B is that the ocean doesn’t care about your survival plan.

All 48 names. Mine is crossed out in a substance that glows green. Beneath it, in my own handwriting, are words I do not remember writing: “The V67816 never crashed. It was harvested.” The singing is getting louder

Now, I float in a sea that breathes.

My name is Dr. Aris Thorne. Three weeks ago, I was the xenobiologist aboard the research vessel V67816 . We weren't colonists or military. We were scientists, chasing rumors of a life form that could photosynthesize in absolute darkness. A biological miracle.

Yesterday, I found the crew manifest.

I look out the reinforced glass. There are lights in the deep now. Not the anglerfish glow of predators. These lights are arranged in perfect rows, like windows. Like a city waking up.

The local flora is aggressive. Tube corals pulse with a rhythm that matches my heartbeat—or maybe they’re setting it. I built a small habitat on a thermal vent, using the ship’s emergency fabricator. Each night, I hear singing. Not whales. Not machines. It’s a chorus of vowels that don’t exist in human language, rising from the volcanic trenches.

I choose the deep.