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Somewhere in the Nyx system, the Interstellar Mineral Survey updated their charts. XV-827: Destroyed. Cause: reactor overload. No survivors.

She scrambled back to the shaft, hauling herself up the cable with frantic, gloved hands. The pull from below intensified. Whispers formed in the crackle of her comms. Not words. Concepts. Stay. Merge. Become more.

They never knew how close they came to losing everything. xv-827

The designation was clinical, a string of characters stamped onto a titanium data plate and riveted to the portside thruster housing. To the Interstellar Mineral Survey, XV-827 was a Class-4 dwarf planet in the neglected outer halo of the Nyx system: unremarkable, low-yield, and slated for automated dismantling.

The descent was a controlled crash. The Sisyphus screamed through a thin, methane-laced atmosphere, carving a black scar across a landscape of frozen ammonia and silicate dust. When the ship finally came to rest, embedded in the flank of a jagged cliff, the reactor’s whine had shifted to a death rattle. She had perhaps thirty hours. Somewhere in the Nyx system, the Interstellar Mineral

She chose the dwarf planet.

The amber lights pulsed faster.

With trembling fingers, she picked it up. It powered on. A single file was stored there. A log entry.