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Silla Vahn stood at the front. She smiled. It was the smile of someone who had just solved a puzzle and found the answer hilarious.

“Which pod?” he asked his AI, Lyra.

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Aris stumbled back, reaching for the emergency purge. But his fingers wouldn’t move. He looked down. His own hand was trembling, not from fear, but from something else. A frequency. A soft, rhythmic vibration in his bones.

She raised a hand. The others raised theirs in perfect synchronization. Silla Vahn stood at the front

Silla stepped closer. Behind her, the thirty-seven began to move like a single organism, limbs flowing, spines arching. They were no longer people. They were pistons. They were a machine.

“Meaning she realized the Eg-VRC is not a prison. It’s a motorbike. And she just figured out how to rev the engine.” “Which pod

The notification blinked on Dr. Aris Thorne’s neural overlay like a dying star: .