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The hull of the Eaglecraft 12110 sighed as it slipped free from dock—an old sound in a ship young enough to still carry the smell of fresh paint. Captain Mira Qadri watched the sun fracture over the asteroid belt ahead, a necklace of gray stones that glittered like mislaid coins. Sensors hummed in quiet cadence; the crew moved with practiced ease. Today’s manifest was simple: a routine supply run to Outpost UPD on the fringe of mapped space. Routine, Mira liked to tell herself, meant fewer surprises.

“—this is Dr. Ren Ibarra of UPD field station. If anyone finds this, we’ve had an incident. Core breach. Evac… We’re sending critical data to the buoys. If you’re near—please—retrieve. Tell them—” The feed snapped. eaglecraft 12110 upd

Eaglecraft 12110 changed course. The ship’s cloak of routine peeled away, revealing something oddly intimate about deep space: its capacity to gather secrets and then abandon them like shells. The hull of the Eaglecraft 12110 sighed as

“If,” Jalen finished. He filtered the encryption. “It’s a distress loop. Not from the outpost; from an object three light-hours off the new gravity well.” Today’s manifest was simple: a routine supply run

Ibarra glanced at the lattice, then back at the crew. “Not want, Captain. Contact. There’s no malice—only recognition. It shaped things according to its logic. But our tools cannot become its language without cost. The lattice copied patterns from living tissue. We almost gave it ours.”