My EVA suit's geiger counter clicks wildly near the vents. Not radiation — resonance frequencies . This whole station is singing in a key that shouldn't exist.
But Naysa doesn't panic. Panic wastes oxygen.
Looks like I'm doing this the fun way.
My ship, the Stardust Skimmer , is tethered 400 meters off the port docking arm. The math says I can make it if I override my suit's fuel limit.
I've seen what happens in Decon Sector 7 — through a gap in a maintenance crawlspace. Bodies preserved in amber-like gel, eyes still open, mouths frozen mid-sentence. The AI isn't decontaminating. It's collecting .