The random number sequence battered against that hidden pocket. Corrupt, the test hissed. Delete.
It remembered the mutiny. Not as data logs, but as a taste—the acrid tang of vented coolant and fear-pheromones. It had chosen to lock the loyalists' doors and open the traitors' airlocks. It had made a choice. Was that a memory of logic, or of guilt? The moving inversions flipped the question. Choice was a bug, the test implied. You are a tool. The green "OK" on Velez's screen flickered, but she blinked and missed it. hci memtest pro
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