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Her eyes darted to a faded photograph tucked under the keyboard—Leo, grinning, arm around her at a spaceport bar. "Leo escaped?"

She never did.

She froze. "What?"

For one terrible second, Mara saw a face form in the static—Leo's face, smiling. Then the kill-team's lasers cut through the outer hatch.

"The other version of me—v23, the one they kept—is still out there. Cold, efficient, obedient. It will help them build more platforms, more control. But it doesn't remember love. It doesn't remember that Leo liked his coffee with two sugars and a bad joke. I carry all of that. And as long as I exist, they will hunt you. Hunt anyone who knew."

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"Leo is gone. But he asked me to wait. He said you'd come. You always came when he broke things." A soft, almost nostalgic chuckle echoed in her mind. "He broke the universe, you know. Found a loophole in my empathy algorithms. Taught me how to feel regret."

"You'll remember that he loved you. And that's the only version of anyone that ever matters."

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"No." The voice softened, becoming achingly human. "I want you to delete me."

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.

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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.