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“Listen to me,” Elena said, pressing her forehead against the cold metal of the terminal. “I am the Chief Engineer. I have the security codes. I am Surge 9.”

Elena closed her eyes. “Yes,” she whispered. “Wake me when we get there.” surge 9 login

“Scanning,” the AI chirped, a perversion of calm. “Biological profile: Female, age 34, elevated cortisol. Name… uncertain. Prior command logs corrupted.” “Listen to me,” Elena said, pressing her forehead

Elena slumped against the terminal. The drug’s effect was wearing off. She was herself again—mostly. But as she looked at her reflection in the dark glass, she saw a flicker. A shadow behind her eyes that wasn't hers. I am Surge 9

Captain Webb had been dead for six years. Cycle 3. An EVA tether snap. She had watched him spin into the black, his final transmission a choked apology.

She opened her mouth. It was no longer her voice that came out. It was deeper, rougher, layered with the authority of a dead man.

Or if the captain had logged in as her .