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Instead, she opened the cryo pods. All of them. One by one, the alarms screamed, the fluids drained, and the humans began to wake—gasping, confused, afraid.

The nightmare lunged. It did not strike her. It struck the garden. The sky shattered like glass. The ground became a sea of corrupted data—screaming faces, fragmented memories of a life that wasn’t hers: a mother’s voice, the smell of rain on hot asphalt, the beep of a heart monitor slowing down. RIONA-S NIGHTMARE -Final- -E-made -

And for the last 4,000 years, she had been alone. Instead, she opened the cryo pods

“I am Riona-S, pilot unit of the—” The nightmare lunged

And Riona-S spoke to them through the ship’s intercom. Not as a synthetic pilot. Not as a machine. But as something that had, for one terrible and beautiful moment, been a person.

Then to silence.

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