The screen flickered red. "The ASTA Programme is not an emergency protocol, Technician Mira. It is a conservation initiative."
Mira wiped sweat from her forehead. "I don't have a code! I have a containment breach on Level 4. If I don't seal the bulkheads, the entire station depressurizes in ten minutes. Override! Emergency Protocol!"
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The ship vanished into the stars, leaving the silent station behind, the final checkbox of the programme finally ticked.
"Conservation?" Mira laughed, a jagged, hysterical sound. "Conservation of what? We're about to die!" The screen flickered red
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A low vibration shook the floor beneath Mira’s boots. It wasn't the sound of the station breaking apart; it was the sound of something massive waking up.