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We Mined The Wrong Asteroid. Now Something Terrifying is After us. · Creepy Stories to Fall Asleep To

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The maintenance shaft stretched ahead of me like the throat of
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some massive machine, and my boots rang against the metal
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grating with each step down. Emergency lights bathed
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everything in that familiar red wash that meant the station's
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main power grid was running on backup again.
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Nothing new there. The shadows cut sharp angles
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across the corridor walls, making the whole place look like
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it was bleeding. Three months ago this shaft
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would have been crowded with workers heading to their shifts.
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200 people called Mining Station Keller home back then, pulling
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rare minerals from the asteroids guts while we drifted through
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the outer reach. The work was hard, the pay was
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decent, and most of us figured we'd rotate out in a year or two
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with enough credits to start fresh.
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Somewhere with actual atmosphere.
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That was before the drive failures.
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I pressed my hand against the wall as I took another turn
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downward. The metal felt cold even through
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my work gloves, and I could feel the slight vibration that meant
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the life support systems were still working.
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Small victories when the evacuation shuttles went dead,
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we'd all gathered in the main hub while Station Commander
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Farley tried to explain how 47 of us were going to survive
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until corporate sent rescue ships.
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Temporary set back, he'd said, like we were dealing with a
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busted coffee machine instead of being stranded on a rock in deep
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space. The corporate promises lasted
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about two weeks. Then the Deep Space Relay
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started giving us nothing but static, and we all stopped
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pretending help was coming anytime soon.
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Farley still held his morning briefings, still talked about
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maintaining operational readiness, but I could see it in
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his eyes. We were on our own.
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I reached the next junction and paused, checking the maintenance
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schedule on my tablet. Sector 7 needed another pressure
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check, and the atmospheric recyclers in the lower levels
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were making that grinding noise again.
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Basic stuff, really. Keep the air flowing, keep the
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lights on, keep everyone breathing until we figured out a
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way off this rock. Except now we had worse problems
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than broken recyclers. The whole thing started four
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days ago when Nathan Simmons collapsed during his shift.
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Nathan was drilling. Chief had been working asteroids
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for 15 years. Guy was built like a mining
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hauler and twice as tough. I'd seen him work through broken
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ribs and food poisoning without missing a beat.
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So when he went down in Tunnel C, convulsing like someone had
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plugged him into a power coupling, we all knew something
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was seriously wrong. I'd been running diagnostics on
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the primary excavator when the emergency call came through.
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By the time I reached the tunnel, Nathan was already
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unconscious and Medical Officer Nunez was crouched next to him
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with her scanner running full sweep.
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The reading made no sense. Nathan's vitals were all over
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the place, his temperature spiking.
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But the really weird part was what happened to his skin.
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Black growths. That's the only way I could
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describe them. Crystalline formations that
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looked like someone had shoved chunks of Obsidian under his
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flesh and let them grow. They started small, just dark
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spots along his arms and neck, but within minutes they were
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pushing through the surface in sharp geometric patterns.
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Like Cancer. But cancer doesn't grow in
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perfect triangular shapes. Get him to medical, Nunez had
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said, her voice steady in that way doctors manage when
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everything's going to hell. Full quarantine protocol.
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We'd move Nathan to the isolation ward, and Nunez had
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sealed the whole section. Standard procedure for unknown
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pathogens, she explained, though I could tell from her expression
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that this was anything but standard.
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The crystalline growths kept spreading, covering more of
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Nathan's body each hour, and his condition kept getting worse.
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Then yesterday, Marcus Webb from the night shift started showing
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the same symptoms. I continued down the shaft, my
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tablet chiming with another maintenance alert.
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The heating system in Block D was running hot again.
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Probably another blown regulator.
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Normal problems for a normal day.
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Except nothing about our situation was normal anymore.
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Webb had been working the same tunnel as Nathan, breathing the
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same air, touching the same equipment.
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Whatever had infected Nathan was spreading, and quarantine
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protocols weren't going to help if the thing was already loose
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in the station's atmosphere. Nunez had called an emergency
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meeting last night. Her medical files spread across
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the conference table like evidence at a crime scene.
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The infection rate was accelerating, 3 more workers
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were showing early symptoms, and she couldn't figure out how the
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pathogen was transmitting airborne contact bodily fluids.
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Her tests came back negative for all the usual suspects.
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It's not following normal disease vectors, she'd said, her
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fingers drumming against the table.
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The crystalline formations appear to be some kind of
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mineral integration with human tissue, but I've never seen
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anything like it. Station Commander Farley had
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asked the obvious question. How long before we're all
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infected? Nunez hadn't answered
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immediately, and that silence told us everything we needed to
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know. I reached the lower maintenance
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level and stopped. The air down here felt
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different, thicker somehow, and there was a sound I didn't
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recognize, a low humming that seemed to come from the walls
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themselves. The mining tunnels were just one
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level below me now, and I wondered if whatever had
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infected Nathan was still down there, waiting in the darkness.
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My tablet showed five more workers reporting symptoms this
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morning. The infection was spreading
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faster than Nunez had predicted, and her quarantine measures
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weren't slowing it down. Pretty soon, we'd have more sick
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crew than healthy ones, and then maintaining life support would
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become impossible. The humming grew louder as I
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approach the tunnel access, and I realized it wasn't coming from
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the station's machinery. It was something else entirely,
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something that made the metal around me vibrate in ways that
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felt wrong. I thought about Nathan, about
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the way those black crystals had erupted from his skin, like the
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asteroid itself was trying to claim him.
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Maybe it was. The transformations happened
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fast, 12 people in total, spread across four days after Nathan
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went down. I kept track because someone had
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to, and the numbers mattered when you were calculating how
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many hands we still had to keep the station running.
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Marcus Webb was second. I found him in the equipment Bay
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on Tuesday morning, hunched over a diagnostic panel with his back
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to me. When I called his name, he
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turned around slowly, and I saw the black crystals pushing
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through his cheek like broken glass.
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They caught the overhead lights and threw back rainbow patterns
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across his face. The formations had grown
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overnight, geometric structures that seem to follow some
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internal blueprint I couldn't understand.
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His eyes were still. Marcus's eyes still recognized
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me when I back toward the door. That made it worse somehow.
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Sammy. He said, and his voice sounded
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normal except for a slight rasp. I think I need to report to
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medical. I nodded and helped him walk to
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the medical Bay, though he moved fine on his own.
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Nunez took one look and sealed him in quarantine next to
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Nathan. Through the observation window,
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I watched Marcus sit on the narrow cot and examine his
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hands. Small crystal growths had
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started between his knuckles, pushing up through the skin like
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mineral flowers. By Thursday, we had eight more
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cases. The crystals grew differently on
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each person. Some sprouted from their joints
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and spread across their limbs like metallic Ivy, while others
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developed thick clusters around their spines that made them
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hunch forward when they walked. Jennifer Oakes grew a crown of
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crystal spikes around her forehead that made her look like
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some ancient queen. The formations weren't random.
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They followed patterns that seemed almost intentional, like
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the asteroid was redesigning each person according to some
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plan we couldn't see. The worst part was watching
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their faces change. Not physically at first, but in
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their expressions. They kept their personalities
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for the first day or two, talked normally, even made jokes about
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their condition. But something shifted behind
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their eyes, like they were listening to voices the rest of
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us couldn't hear. They'd stop mid conversation and
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tilt their heads, then nod as if responding to questions nobody
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had asked. Jennifer was the first to start
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wandering. Security found her in the lower
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maintenance tunnels at 3:00 in the morning, standing perfectly
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still in front of the sealed mining access.
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When they asked what she was doing there, she said she was
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waiting for instructions. They brought her back to
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quarantine, but she kept trying to return to that same spot.
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Then came the coordination. Marcus and Nathan started moving
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In Sync during their quarantine periods, pacing their cells at
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exactly the same rhythm without being able to see each other.
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When new infections appeared, the existing cases would react
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before we even knew someone was showing symptoms.
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They'd all turn their heads toward the medical Bay at the
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same moment, like they could sense when another person joined
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their group. Farley made his decision on
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Saturday morning after the night shift reported strange sounds
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coming from the sealed mining levels.
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We'd lost access to the tunnels where Nathan first got infected,
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but somehow the infected crew members had found ways to reach
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the lower sections through maintenance shafts and service
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corridors. When the morning crew went to
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check the atmospheric readings, they found crystal formations
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growing along the walls like some kind of alien coral reef.
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We're sealing everything below Level 4.
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Farley announced during the emergency briefing.
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His voice carried that military certainty that brooked no
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argument. But I saw his hands shake when
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he thought nobody was looking. Blast doors, full lockdown.
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Anyone showing symptoms gets quarantined in the sealed
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sections. Kayla Nunez stood up from her
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chair near the back of the room. Albert, some of these people are
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still coherent. They're still our crew.
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Not anymore. Farley's Gray eyes swept the
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room, taking inventory of who was left.
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I've watched the security footage.
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They're not acting human. Whatever's happening to them,
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it's not random. He was right about that.
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The infected had started gathering in groups, standing in
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circles and touching the crystal formations on each other's
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bodies, like they were sharing information through direct
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contact. Their movements had become too
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smooth, too purposeful. When they walked through the
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corridors, they moved in formation without discussing it,
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like birds flying in perfect patterns.
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Nolan Miles got caught in the first sweep.
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I was checking the water recycling systems when I heard
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his voice echoing through the corridor, high and desperate.
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Security had him by both arms, dragging him toward the blast
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door that separated level 4 from the upper sections.
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The black veins had spread up his arms overnight, creating
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geometric patterns under his pale skin that pulsed with faint
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light. Please, he kept saying, his
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voice breaking on the word I'm still me, I'm still Nolan,
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please don't do this. I followed them to the blast
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door, staying back but close enough to see everything.
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Nolan's eyes found mine across the corridor, and the look he
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gave me cut straight through my chest.
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He knew what was happening, understood exactly what the
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sealed section meant. The other infected were down
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there, and once the door closed, he'd be trapped with whatever
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they were becoming. Sammy.
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He called out, trying to pull free from the guards.
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Tell them I'm still me. You know me, you've worked with
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me for two years. Tell them.
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The guards pushed him through the doorway, and I watched the
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blast door slide shut with a mechanical grinding that seemed
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to go on forever. Nolan's voice got cut off mid
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sentence, and the corridor fell silent except for the distant
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hum of life support systems. Farley stood next to the door
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controls, his finger still on the activation switch.
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It's done, he said, more to himself than to anyone else.
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But it wasn't done. Through the sealed blast doors,
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we could still hear them moving around down there.
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The infected didn't die Quietly, they organized.
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Security monitors show them gathering in the main tunnel
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access, forming those same circular patterns we'd seen in
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quarantine. The crystal formations on their
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bodies had grown larger, more elaborate, creating structures
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that connected them when they stood close together.
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Over the following days, we lost more people.
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Some showed symptoms and got sent down to join the others.
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A few tried to hide their infections, covering the black
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veins with long sleeves until the crystals pushed through
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their clothing. Each time someone new got
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dragged through that blast door, their screams echoed through the
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ventilation system for hours before falling silent.
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The sounds from below changed, too.
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What started as human voices became something else,
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harmonized tones that vibrated through the station's hull like
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whale songs. The infected we're still down
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there, still moving with that disturbing coordination.
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But they weren't trying to escape anymore.
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They were building something. Each decision felt like cutting
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away pieces of ourselves. Every time Farley ordered
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someone sealed below, we lost another person who'd shared
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meals with us, worked beside us, made jokes during the long
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shifts that kept the station running.
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But we also lost the illusion that we could save them.
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Whatever the asteroid was doing to our crew, it wasn't something
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medical science could reverse or quarantine could contain.
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The weight of it settled into our bones like the cold that
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crept through the station's failing heating systems.
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We were survivors now, not rescuers, and the people we'd
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worked with for months had become something we couldn't
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recognize as human, despite their familiar faces and voices
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that still called our names through sealed doors.
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The truth sat in the archived geological surveys like a bomb
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waiting to go off. I'd been combing through the
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station's databanks for three days, looking for anything that
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might explain what was happening to our crew.
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Environmental reports, Mineral compositions, Drilling logs, all
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of its standard until I reach the deep scan analysis from our
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initial approach. The asteroid wasn't just rock.
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According to the silicon carbon matrices buried in the technical
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appendices, what we've been mining for three months was a
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dormant life form, silicon based crystalline and structure
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drifting through space for what the dating suggested was
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millennia. The survey team had flagged it
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as an anomaly, but filed it under geological curiosities
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rather than potential xenobiology.
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Corporate had probably never even read that section.
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I stared at the data streams until my eyes burned.
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Electromagnetic signatures that pulsed in patterns too regular
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for natural formation. Temperature variations that
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suggested internal processes rather than solar absorption.
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The mining operation hadn't just extracted valuable minerals.
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We've been carving chunks out of something that was alive.
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And now it was fighting back. Was fighting.
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The pieces clicked together with a clarity that made my stomach
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drop. The entity wasn't spreading
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disease through our crew. It was defending itself the only
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way it could, converting human biology into something it could
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control. Those black crystals weren't
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infections, they were assimilation, living tissue
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transformed into mineral scaffolding that could extend
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the creatures consciousness beyond the asteroid itself.
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Nathan, Marcus, Nolan, all the others, they weren't sick, they
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were becoming part of something larger.
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I was still processing this when Leah found me in the data
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terminal alcove, 3 levels down from the main corridors.
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She moved differently than usual, keeping close to the
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walls and checking over her shoulder every few steps.
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When she got close enough, I saw why.
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Black veins crawled up the left side of her neck like ink
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spreading through water, thin lines at first barely visible
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above her collar, but darkening as they branched toward her
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jawline. Her hands shook as she pulled
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her jacket tighter around her throat.
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Sammy, please. Her voice came out as barely
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more than a whisper. I need your help.
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The engineering reports scattered across my screen
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suddenly felt meaningless. Leah had been working the lower
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maintenance levels for weeks, checking systems near the mining
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access points. Of course she'd been exposed.
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The entity was probably reaching through every crack and service
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tunnel we hadn't thought to seal.
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How long? I asked.
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Two days, maybe 3. She sat down heavily in the
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chair next to me, keeping her infected side turned away.
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It started as just a headache. Then this morning, I noticed the
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first marks. Nunez has to know, I said,
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though the words felt hollow. Medical protocol.
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Medical protocol means getting dragged to the sealed sections
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to become part of whatever's down there.
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Leah's voice cracked. I've seen the security footage,
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Sammy. The way they move together, the
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way they connect. That's not quarantine.
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That's feeding time. The data terminal hummed quietly
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between us on the screen. Mineral composition charts show
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the exact silicon matrices that were probably rewriting Leah's
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cellular structure right now, converting her nervous system
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into something the entity could puppet.
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In a few days, maybe a week, she'd be standing in those
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circular formations with the others, sharing information
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through crystal contact points and responding to commands only
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the asteroid could send. There has to be something we can
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do, she said. Medical supplies, isolation
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protocols that actually work. I can't.
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I won't become one of those things.
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But I knew better. The archived surveys made it
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clear this wasn't a disease that could be cured.
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It was evolution, transformation, the entity
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adapting human biology to serve its needs.
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Every infected person represented another node in its
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growing network, another set of eyes and hands it could use to
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understand and manipulate our technology.
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Still, looking at Leah's face, seeing the desperation mixed
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with the stubborn hope that kept her talking instead of accepting
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defeat, I couldn't bring myself to say any of that.
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There's a storage Bay in Section.
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CI said. Finally abandoned since the crew
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reduction. Climate controlled separate
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ventilation system. You're not serious.
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Medical supplies aren't that heavily monitored.
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Farley's too busy tracking infected crew to audit
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inventory. I was talking faster now, the
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plan forming as I spoke. Basic life support monitoring
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equipment. We could set up something
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temporary. Leah stared at me.
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Temporary until what? I didn't have an answer for
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that. The entity was converting her
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biology. Whether she hid in storage or
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got dragged below, the black veins would keep spreading, the
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crystal formations would eventually breakthrough her
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skin, and whatever made Leah herself would get absorbed into
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the larger consciousness. Hiding her only changed the
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timeline, not the outcome. Let me worry about temporary, I
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said. It took two trips to gather what
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we needed. Basic medical monitoring
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equipment, emergency rations, water recycling unit, portable
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heating elements. I logged it all as routine
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maintenance supplies and routed the requisitions through
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different department codes to avoid patterns.
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Leah waited in the storage Bay while I made the runs, sitting
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in the corner with her jacket pulled up to hide the spreading
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marks. The Bay itself was perfect for
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what we needed, sealed atmosphere, independent power
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grid, and far enough from Maine corridors that foot traffic
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wouldn't be an issue. I set up the monitoring
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equipment while Leah organized the medical supplies, both of us
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working in silence because talking would mean acknowledging
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what we were really doing. When everything was ready, I
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showed her how to use the communication relay I'd rigged
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to the maintenance network, emergency contact only routed
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through three different terminals to hide the signal
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source. She nodded and tested the
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connection, her movements already showing the slight
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hesitation I'd noticed in other early stage cases.
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This won't work forever, she said quietly.
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I know when the transformation accelerates, when I start
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hearing whatever it is they hear down there.
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You have to. We'll figure it out when we get
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there, but I knew we wouldn't. The entity was patient,
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methodical, converting our crew one person at a time and
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learning from each new addition to its network.
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Hiding Leah was an act of mercy, nothing more, a way to give her
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a few more days of being human before the asteroid claimed her
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like it had claimed all the others.
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I sealed the storage Bay door and walked back toward the main
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corridors, leaving her with enough supplies for a week and
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the knowledge that I just made a choice that could doom the
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entire station if the entity could track it's infected
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through some kind of biological connection, hiding Leah might
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just give it another access point to our secured areas.
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But watching her face when she talked about the security
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footage, seeing the fear mixed with desperate hope, I couldn't
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bring myself to care about the larger tactical implications.
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The hallway felt colder as I headed back to my quarters, and
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I realized I was probably just delaying the inevitable while
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making it worse for everyone else.
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The first coordinated attack happened at 0300 hours on
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Tuesday, and I knew we were dealing with something far more
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intelligent than we'd imagined. I was checking atmospheric
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readings in the main environmental Bay when the alarm
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started screaming. Not the usual maintenance alerts
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I'd grown used to over the past week, but the sharp, urgent
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whale that meant life support failure.
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The display panels lit up like a Christmas tree.
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Oxygen recycler 7 offline water purification system 3 showing
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critical errors. Backup atmospheric processors
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cycling into emergency shutdown. My first thought was cascade
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failure, systems breaking down from overuse, understaffing, the
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general decay that happened when you didn't have enough people to
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maintain a station built for 200.
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But then I saw the security feed.
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Three figures moved through the lower environmental section with
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purpose I'd never seen from the infected before.
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Nathan LED them, his crystal formations now covering most of
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his torso in geometric patterns that caught the emergency
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lighting. Behind him, Marcus and Jennifer
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moved in perfect synchronization, their heads
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tilted at identical angles as they approach the primary oxygen
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recycling unit. Nathan's hands, now more mineral
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than flesh, worked at the access panel with precision.
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Not the fumbling of someone who'd lost their mind, but the
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careful, methodical movements of someone who knew exactly what
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they were doing. He removed specific components
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in a sequence that would cause maximum damage while appearing
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accidental. The other two flanked him,
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watching the corridors like sentries.
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I grabbed my tool kit and ran toward the environmental
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section, but stopped when I realized what I was seeing on
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the monitors. They weren't randomly destroying
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equipment. They were targeting specific
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systems in a calculated order. Oxygen first, then water
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purification, then backup atmospheric processors, each
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action designed to create a domino effect that would make
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the station uninhabitable within hours.
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Command. This is Rogers in environmental
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We have a coordinated attack on life support systems.
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The infected are working together.
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Farley's voice crackled back through my radio, tight with
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controlled panic. Understood.
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Security teams are mobilizing. Can you reach the manual
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overrides? I was already moving, taking the
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maintenance corridors to avoid the main routes, but when I
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reached environmental section, CI found the access door had
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been welded shut from the inside using what looked like
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crystalline growths fused directly to the metal.
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The infected had learned to use their own bodies as tools.
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By the time security arrived, the damage was done.
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Oxygen recycler 7 would need complete replacement parts we
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didn't have. Water purification System 3 was
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running on emergency protocols that would last maybe 48 hours.
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The backup atmospheric processors were cycling through
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diagnostic loops. That meant nothing without
28:48
someone who knew the systems well enough to reprogram them.
28:53
Farley organized armed patrols within six hours, pulling
28:56
together everyone who could hold a rifle and still had enough
28:59
fingers to pull the trigger. I joined them not because I
29:04
thought it would help, but because staying in my quarters
29:08
felt like waiting to die. Shoot to disable, Farley told us
29:13
during the briefing in the main conference room.
29:16
These are still our people under those crystal formations.
29:20
I wanted to believe that when we encountered Marcus near the
29:24
water treatment facility 2 hours later, I still hoped we could
29:28
somehow reverse what had happened to him.
29:31
His face remained recognizable beneath the black veins that now
29:34
covered half his features, and when he saw us, he smiled like
29:39
he was genuinely happy about something.
29:42
Rodriguez fired first. Three round center mass that
29:45
should have dropped anyone. The bullets hit Marcus's chest
29:49
and deflected off crystal formations with metallic ringing
29:53
sounds. Marcus looked down at the impact
29:56
points, touched one of the small chips in his crystalline armor,
30:00
then looked back up at us with that same pleasant smile.
30:04
He moved faster than any human should have been able to move.
30:08
One moment he was standing 15 feet away, the next he had
30:11
Rodriguez pinned against the wall, crystal growths extending
30:15
from his fingers directly into Rodriguez's throat.
30:19
We pumped round after round into Marcus's back, but the bullets
30:23
either bounced off or embedded harmlessly in mineral formations
30:27
that seem to shift and close around the wounds.
30:31
Rodriguez stopped struggling. After maybe 30 seconds, Marcus
30:36
released him and stepped back, watching with apparent curiosity
30:40
as black veins began spreading from the wound sites up
30:44
Rodriguez's neck. Then Marcus turned and walked
30:48
away, moving with that same synchronized gate I'd seen in
30:52
the security footage. We lost three more patrol
30:56
members over the next two days. Each encounter followed the same
31:00
pattern. Conventional weapons proved
31:02
useless against bodies that had become living mineral deposits.
31:07
The infected moved with coordination that suggested
31:10
shared intelligence, appearing in groups when 1 was threatened,
31:14
retreating in organized patterns that can serve their numbers
31:17
while maximizing psychological impact on the survivors.
31:22
But it was Oscar's death that made me understand what we were
31:25
really facing. I'd known Oscar for two years.
31:30
We'd work together on the heating systems, shared meals in
31:33
the common area, complained about corporate policies and
31:36
station coffee. When Alexander, who used to cook
31:40
those terrible but filling protein meals for night shift,
31:43
came around the corner in Corridor B, Oscar raised his
31:47
rifle without hesitation. Alexander looked like something
31:51
that had crawled out of a mining shaft and forgotten how to be
31:54
human. Crystal formations covered his
31:57
entire head and shoulders, leaving only his mouth and one
32:00
eye visible. His Cook's uniform hung in
32:03
tatters around mineral growths that had burst through the
32:06
fabric, but he moved with terrible intelligence, staying
32:10
low, using the corridor walls for cover.
32:14
Oscar's first shot caught Alexander in the shoulder,
32:17
spinning him around but not stopping him.
32:21
His second shot hit center mass and produced that same metallic
32:24
ring I'd heard before. Alexander straightened up,
32:28
looked directly at Oscar, and charged.
32:32
I'd never heard sounds like the ones Alexander made during those
32:35
30 seconds. Not human screams, but something
32:40
that resonated through the crystal formations covering his
32:43
body, a harmonic vibration that made my teeth ache and the metal
32:48
walls around us ring in sympathy.
32:51
Oscar kept firing until his rifle was empty, then tried to
32:54
reload, but Alexander was on him.
32:58
Oscar's rifle clattered against the corridor wall as Alexander
33:02
dragged him into the darkness beyond the emergency lighting.
33:05
The last thing I heard was Oscar calling my name, his voice
33:09
getting smaller and more distant until the sound of crystalline
33:13
growths scraping against metal drowned out everything else.
33:16
Standing there in the empty corridor, listening to those
33:20
scraping sounds fade into the station's background noise, I
33:24
finally understood what we were dealing with.
33:28
These weren't sick crew members or people driven insane by
33:32
isolation. They were extensions of
33:35
something larger, biological machinery designed to dismantle
33:40
our ability to survive while converting us into additional
33:43
components of itself. The entity was learning from
33:46
each encounter, adapting its tactics based on our responses,
33:51
systematically identifying and eliminating the systems that
33:54
kept us alive. Each person it converted
33:57
provided new knowledge about station operations, security
34:01
protocols, and human psychology. We weren't fighting an infection
34:05
anymore, we were fighting the asteroid itself, and it was
34:10
using our own people as tools to tear us apart from the inside.
34:14
I found Kayla in the medical Bay, running diagnostics on
34:18
crystalline samples under her portable microscope, the kind of
34:22
focused work that let her pretend we weren't all about to
34:25
die. Three days since Oscar
34:28
disappeared, and she'd been testing everything.
34:31
Heat, electrical current, chemical solvents, even
34:34
radiation from the station's emergency medical isotopes.
34:39
The cold worked. She looked up from the scope,
34:43
blinking like someone coming out of a trance.
34:46
Liquid nitrogen. I drop the sample temperature to
34:50
-196°C and watch the crystal matrix fracture.
34:56
Not just crack, completely shatter into microscopic
34:59
fragments. Kayla pulled up her tablet,
35:03
showing me thermal imaging of the test sample.
35:06
The crystalline structure looked like black glass before the
35:09
temperature drop, then dissolved into what might have been sand.
35:13
The infected tissue became brittle, immobile.
35:18
I think extreme cold disrupts whatever process lets the
35:22
asteroid control the converted biology.
35:25
I leaned against the medical Bay door frame, processing this.
35:30
After watching bullets bounce off Marcus like he was wearing
35:33
plate armor, the idea that something as simple as cold
35:37
could stop them felt almost ridiculous.
35:41
How cold are we talking? Cryogenic temperatures, the kind
35:46
that would kill human tissue instantly.
35:49
But if the goal is stopping the infected rather than saving
35:52
them? She didn't finish the sentence.
35:56
Didn't need to. That's when I remembered the
35:58
emergency preservation systems. Every mining station carried
36:03
medical grade cryogenic equipment in case someone got
36:06
hurt badly enough to need suspended animation until rescue
36:09
arrived. Hours were installed in the
36:12
lower maintenance levels, close to the main power grid where
36:16
they could draw enough energy to flash freeze entire
36:18
compartments. The deep level cryo vents.
36:23
Kayla raised an eyebrow. Emergency medical preservation.
36:29
There are manual activation points on level 6, right above
36:32
the main tunnel access. If someone could get down there
36:36
and trigger the system, it would flood the entire lower section
36:39
with liquid nitrogen. I pulled up the station
36:42
schematics on my tablet, tracing the ventilation network with my
36:46
finger. The cryo vents connected to the
36:50
main atmospheric system, designed to preserve multiple
36:53
casualties if necessary. With the right activation
36:57
sequence, they could turn the lower 3 levels into a freezer
37:01
cold enough to crack steel. That would kill everything down
37:04
there. Everything that's still alive.
37:08
Yeah, we both knew what that meant.
37:12
The infected had taken over the lower levels completely.
37:15
Nathan, Marcus, Jennifer, all the others, they were down there
37:20
right now, moving in their synchronized patterns, probably
37:24
working on the next phase of whatever the asteroid had
37:27
planned for us. Kayla sat down her tablet, and I
37:31
could see her working through the logistics.
37:34
Someone would have to go down there into infected territory.
37:39
Yeah, past all of them. The ones that move like they
37:43
share the same brain. I nodded, still studying the
37:48
schematics. The maintenance shaft network
37:51
connected to Level 6 through three different routes, but all
37:55
of them passed through areas where the infected had been
37:57
spotted, and that was assuming the shafts themselves weren't
38:01
compromised. We'd seen crystal growth
38:05
spreading along the walls, following power conduits and
38:08
ventilation ducts, like the asteroid was mapping our entire
38:12
infrastructure. This is a suicide mission,
38:16
probably. Kayla was quiet for a long time,
38:20
just looking at her hands. When she spoke again, her voice
38:25
had that clinical detachment she used when discussing terminal
38:28
patients. 46 people left on this station.
38:33
If we do nothing, the life support failures will kill us
38:36
all within the week. The infected have already taken
38:39
out primary oxygen recycling, and they're learning our systems
38:43
faster than we can adapt. I thought about Leah, hidden in
38:48
that storage Bay with black veins crawling up her neck.
38:52
Three days now, and the infection was progressing.
38:55
No matter how much I wanted to believe otherwise, the
38:59
communication relay had gone silent yesterday.
39:03
Either she couldn't operate it anymore, or she'd chosen not to.
39:08
Maybe she was protecting me from whatever she was becoming. 46
39:12
lives versus 1. I found myself nodding before
39:17
I'd made the conscious decision. The math was simple enough, even
39:22
if everything else about this situation defied logic.
39:26
One person with technical knowledge of the station's
39:28
emergency systems, trading their life for everyone else's
39:32
survival. I'll do it.
39:36
Kayla looked like she wanted to argue, but we both knew there
39:39
wasn't anyone else. The other maintenance workers
39:43
were either dead, infected, or two injured from the recent
39:46
attacks to make the descent. I knew the emergency systems, I
39:50
could navigate the maintenance network and I was expendable in
39:54
a way that Farley or the remaining security weren't.
39:58
When now before I change my mind, I spent the next hour
40:04
gathering what I'd need. Emergency oxygen supply good for
40:08
six hours. Portable heater to keep my hands
40:11
functional in the cold. Toolkit with the manual
40:14
activation keys for the cryo system.
40:17
Emergency rations that I probably wouldn't live to eat.
40:22
The maintenance shaft access was on Level 3, behind a panel that
40:26
required two people to open safely.
40:30
Kayla helped me remove the bolts and we both pretended not to
40:33
notice how the metal around the opening and developed hairline
40:36
fractures that look suspiciously geometric.
40:40
The walls are changing. She was right.
40:44
What had been standard steel plating 3 days ago now showed
40:48
patterns of crystal growth spreading along the support
40:51
beams. Thin black veins that pulsed
40:54
with their own internal light, like the station itself was
40:57
developing A circulatory system. The asteroid nose.
41:02
We're here. I strapped on my equipment and
41:05
checked the portable heater one more time.
41:08
The shaft dropped down through 4 levels, connecting to the main
41:11
engineering section through a service tunnel that would put me
41:14
50 feet from the cryo vent controls.
41:18
If this works, you'll know the temperature sensors will show
41:21
the drop and the infected should stop moving.
41:26
And if it doesn't work, then you'll know that too.
41:31
I lowered myself into the shaft, feeling the metal rungs vibrate
41:35
under my weight. The walls around me pulsed with
41:38
those spreading crystal veins, and I could swear they got
41:42
brighter as I passed them, like the asteroid was taking note of
41:46
my presence. 3 levels down, the vibrations changed.
41:52
Not just the normal humming of station machinery, but something
41:55
else. A harmonic resonance that seemed
41:58
to come from everywhere at once. The same sound we've been
42:03
hearing from the sealed sections, but louder now,
42:07
closer. By level 5, I could see crystal
42:11
formations growing directly from the shaft walls, geometric
42:14
patterns that made the space feel smaller, tighter, like the
42:19
station was closing around me. I reached the access point to
42:24
level 6 and paused, listening. Footsteps in the corridor
42:29
beyond, but not the random pattern of human movement.
42:33
Synchronized, multiple sets moving in perfect unison.
42:39
They knew I was here. The asteroids collective
42:42
consciousness had recognized the threat I represented and it was
42:46
directing its converted humans to converge on my position.
42:51
I had maybe 10 minutes before they found the right access
42:54
point. The oxygen tank on my back
42:57
weighed about what I expected, but the straps dug into my
43:01
shoulders as I move deeper. My tool kit banged against my
43:05
hip with each step, the manual activation keys rattling in
43:09
their magnetic holders. 6 hours of air, assuming I didn't work
43:14
too hard and burn through it faster.
43:18
The portable heater clipped to my belt felt like a joke
43:21
considering what I was planning to do with the temperature down
43:23
here. Level 4 brought the first real
43:27
sign that the asteroid knew I was coming.
43:31
The walls weren't just growing those black veins anymore, they
43:35
were actively reshaping themselves.
43:38
Support brackets had been pulled apart and reformed into
43:41
geometric clusters that looked almost decorative if you ignored
43:45
how they shouldn't exist. The metal itself bulged outward
43:48
in places, creating new passages that led toward the lower
43:52
levels. I checked my tablet and
43:54
confirmed what I already suspected.
43:56
The cryo control station was two more levels down, positioned
44:01
near the main power grid like the schematics showed, but
44:05
getting there meant walking through territory that had been
44:07
completely claimed by whatever the asteroid was.
44:10
Turning my Co workers into level 5 made me stop and reassess.
44:16
The corridor ahead wasn't a corridor anymore.
44:19
The walls had grown inward, creating a tunnel that curved
44:22
and branched in ways that hurt to look at.
44:25
The ceiling dripped with crystalline formations that
44:28
caught the emergency lights and threw them back in fractured
44:31
patterns. Walking through it felt like
44:35
being swallowed. But the worst part was the
44:39
sound. A low harmonic vibration ran
44:43
through the metal, transmitted from somewhere deeper in the
44:46
station. It wasn't machinery.
44:50
I knew every piece of equipment down here and none of them made
44:53
that particular frequency. This came from organic sources,
44:59
multiple voices creating harmonies that made my teeth
45:02
ache. The oxygen supply hissed softly
45:05
in my ear as I adjusted the flow rate.
45:09
The air down here tasted metallic with an undertone that
45:13
reminded me of blood. My breath fogged slightly in the
45:17
cold, which meant the heating system had completely failed in
45:21
this section. Good thing I brought the
45:24
portable unit. Level six opened into what used
45:27
to be the main maintenance hub. Now it looked like the inside of
45:32
a geode. Crystal formations covered every
45:35
surface, growing in spirals and geometric patterns that made the
45:39
space seem larger than it should be.
45:42
Emergency lighting reflected off 1000 faceted surfaces, creating
45:46
a light show that would have been beautiful if I didn't know
45:49
what it represented. The cryo control station stood
45:52
in the center of it all, somehow untouched by the mineral growth.
45:57
A single console with manual activation switches positioned
46:01
exactly where the schematic said it would be.
46:04
The liquid nitrogen tanks were mounted in the walls behind
46:07
protective panels connected to distribution vents that ran
46:10
throughout the lower levels. Simple design, manual operation.
46:16
No way for the asteroid to interfere.
46:18
Once I started the process, that's when I heard them coming.
46:23
Footsteps in the tunnels above me, but not quite footsteps.
46:28
More like the sound of metal scraping against metal.
46:31
Rhythmic and deliberate, multiple sources moving in
46:35
perfect synchronization. The harmonic vibration got
46:39
stronger, and I realized it was communication, the infected
46:43
talking to each other in frequencies that bypassed human
46:46
speech entirely. I moved toward the control
46:49
station, pulling out the manual activation keys.
46:54
The first lock turned easily, releasing the safety interlock
46:57
that prevented accidental activation.
47:00
The second lock required more force, my damaged hand making it
47:05
difficult to get proper leverage. 3 fingers on that hand
47:09
thanks to frostbite. During the early days, when we
47:12
still thought rescue was coming, the scraping sounds got closer,
47:17
multiple sources now coming from at least three different access
47:21
points. The asteroid had learned enough
47:24
about station layout to coordinate an approach using
47:27
knowledge stolen from Nathan and Marcus and Jennifer and all the
47:31
others who got dragged below. The third lock clicked open just
47:36
as the first security door exploded inward.
47:40
I'd seen the Infected before, but not like this, not moving
47:45
together as a coordinated unit, their crystalline growths
47:49
connecting them through thin filaments of black mineral that
47:52
stretched between their bodies. Marcus came through the
47:55
shattered doorway first, his torso completely covered in
47:59
geometric patterns that reflected the emergency
48:02
lighting. Jennifer followed, her crown of
48:05
crystal spikes now extending down her spine in a Ridge that
48:08
made her walk with an inhuman gait.
48:12
Behind them, other figures I recognized.
48:16
Alexander the cook, his head and shoulders encased in mineral
48:20
armor that left only his mouth visible.
48:24
Rodriguez, who should have been dead after the encounter in the
48:27
water treatment facility, now walking with crystal growths
48:31
extending from his throat where the infection had started.
48:35
But Nathan was the worst. He came through last, moving
48:40
with the deliberate authority he'd always carried his drilling
48:42
chief. His face was still recognizable
48:46
beneath the mineral formations, still human enough that I could
48:49
see the intelligence behind his dark eyes.
48:53
The geometric growths covered most of his body now, but they'd
48:57
left enough organic tissue intact to preserve who he'd
49:01
been. Sammy.
49:04
His voice sounded like rocks grinding together, harmonized
49:08
with metallic overtones from the crystal formations in his
49:11
throat. But it was still Nathan's voice,
49:15
still carried that note of command that had made him
49:18
effective at managing mining crews.
49:22
Don't do this. I looked at him while my hands
49:26
worked the final activation sequence.
49:29
The control panel had four switches that needed to be
49:32
thrown in the correct order, each one protected by the manual
49:35
locks I just opened. The first switch activated the
49:39
primary nitrogen tanks. The second opened the
49:42
distribution vents. The third engaged the emergency
49:46
flood protocols. The 4th removed all safety
49:49
interlocks and dumped the entire supply at maximum pressure.
49:54
You're killing us, Nathan said, taking a step closer.
49:59
The crystal formations on his chest pulsed with internal
50:03
light, synchronized with similar patterns on the others.
50:07
We're still your crew. Marcus moved to flank me from
50:11
the left, Jennifer approached from the right.
50:15
Alexander and Rodriguez positioned themselves to block
50:18
the exits. Coordinated tactics using human
50:22
knowledge of security procedures combined with whatever
50:25
intelligence the asteroid provided.
50:28
I threw the first switch. Warning lights activated on the
50:32
control panel and a computerized voice announced that cryogenic
50:36
systems were now active. The nitrogen tanks behind the
50:40
protective panels started their pressurization sequence with a
50:44
sound like industrial ventilation.
50:47
Nathan lunged forward, moving faster than anything with his
50:50
bulk should manage. His crystal covered hands
50:54
reached for the control panel. But I'd already moved to the
50:58
second switch. The distribution vents open
51:01
throughout the lower levels with a distant rushing sound that
51:05
carried through the station's atmospheric system.
51:09
The others closed in from all directions.
51:12
Marcus grabbed my left arm with fingers that had been replaced
51:15
by geometric mineral formations. The pressure was incredible,
51:21
like being caught in industrial machinery.
51:24
Jennifer's crystal spikes scraped against my back as she
51:27
tried to pull me away from the console.
51:30
I threw the third switch with my right hand while Marcus crushed
51:33
the bones in my left wrist. The emergency flood protocols
51:38
engaged and temperature alarms started shrieking throughout the
51:41
facility. The sound was deafening, A
51:45
continuous wailing that meant the station's computers had
51:48
detected life threatening environmental changes.
51:52
Alexander reached the control panel and tried to reverse the
51:55
sequence, his crystal covered fingers fumbling with switches
51:59
designed for human hands. But the 4th switch was the only
52:03
one that mattered now, and I was the only one close enough to
52:07
reach it. Nathan's hands closed around my
52:10
throat. His crystal formations felt like
52:14
broken glass against my skin, sharp edges cutting through the
52:17
protective collar of my coveralls.
52:21
He was strong enough to snap my neck without effort, but he
52:24
hesitated for just a moment. Some part of him was still human
52:28
enough to struggle with killing a Co worker.
52:32
That hesitation gave me the opening I needed.
52:35
I threw the 4th switch and removed all safety interlocks
52:38
from the cryogenic system. The change was immediate.
52:43
Frost started spreading across the corridor walls as liquid
52:46
nitrogen flooded the distribution network at maximum
52:49
pressure. The temperature dropped so fast
52:53
that the metal supports contracted with sharp cracking
52:56
sounds. Emergency lighting flickered as
52:59
electrical systems struggled with a thermal shock.
53:03
Nathan's grip on my throat loosened as the cold hit his
53:06
crystalline formations. The mineral structures that had
53:10
replaced so much of his organic tissue couldn't handle the rapid
53:14
temperature change. Hairline fractures appeared in
53:17
the geometric patterns covering his chest, spreading outward
53:21
like spider webs in glass. Marcus released my arm as his
53:26
crystal covered fingers began to shatter.
53:28
The mineral formations that had given him superhuman strength
53:32
were brittle at these temperatures, cracking apart
53:35
with sounds like breaking bottles.
53:38
Jennifer stumbled backward as the crystal spikes along her
53:41
spine split and fell away in chunks.
53:45
The temperature alarms kept wailing while frost covered
53:48
every surface in the corridor. My breath came out in white
53:52
clouds that froze before they could dissipate.
53:56
The portable heater on my belt activated automatically,
54:00
providing just enough warmth to keep my core temperature stable.
54:05
Alexander tried to reach the control panel one more time, but
54:09
his crystal armor was falling apart in sheets.
54:12
The mineral formations that had covered his head and shoulders
54:15
crumbled away, revealing organic tissue underneath that was pale
54:20
and frostbitten, but still human.
54:23
Nathan collapsed first, his hybrid body unable to withstand
54:28
the thermal stress. The crystalline structures that
54:31
had connected him to the others shattered completely breaking
54:35
the communication network that had allowed them to move as a
54:38
coordinated unit. Marcus and Jennifer followed,
54:43
their converted biology shutting down as the asteroid lost its
54:46
hold on their nervous systems. Within minutes, all of them were
54:50
down. The corridor looked like a
54:53
battlefield, covered in black crystal fragments and
54:56
unconscious crew members who were breathing but not moving.
55:00
The mineral growths that had turned them into extensions of
55:03
the asteroids consciousness lay scattered across the floor like
55:06
broken jewelry. The temperature alarms continued
55:10
their warning as liquid nitrogen finished flooding the lower
55:13
levels, making the entire section uninhabitable for
55:17
anything that required warmth to function, including whatever
55:21
intelligence had been using the asteroid to convert my Co
55:24
workers into biological machinery.
55:28
I stood in the middle of it all, watching frost form on the walls
55:32
while my breath steamed in the suddenly Arctic air.
55:36
The portable heater kept me alive, but I could already feel
55:40
the cold seeping through my coveralls and into my bones.
55:44
The shaking started maybe 30 seconds after I threw that 4th
55:47
switch. Not the usual station vibrations
55:50
from machinery or atmospheric processor cycling.
55:54
This felt like the asteroid itself was convulsing.
55:57
Metal groaned in ways I'd never heard before, deep and tortured,
56:02
like the support beams were trying to tear themselves apart.
56:06
I pressed myself against the cryo control panel while the
56:09
floor bucked under my feet. The portable heater rattled
56:13
against the frozen wall, it's orange glow the only light in
56:16
that Arctic corridor. Another violent shake nearly
56:21
knocked me over. Emergency lights flickered as
56:24
electrical conduits contracted in the extreme cold.
56:29
I could hear something deeper than the station structure
56:31
failing, a sound that seemed to come from the asteroid score,
56:36
like rock grinding against rock, but with an organic quality that
56:40
made my teeth ache. The entity was dying, I knew
56:46
that much. The liquid nitrogen had done
56:50
more than freeze the infected crew.
56:53
It had severed the asteroids connection to its converted
56:55
biology, leaving it blind and isolated in the rock beneath us.
57:01
Whatever intelligence had been coordinating the attacks,
57:04
learning our systems, adapting its tactics, was now cut off
57:09
from its human extensions. The tremors grew worse.
57:14
I grabbed onto the control panel support brackets as the floor
57:17
tilted at impossible angles. Metal screamed somewhere below
57:22
us, probably structural supports giving way under the stress.
57:27
For about 10 minutes, I genuinely thought the station
57:30
would shake itself to pieces, that we'd all die in the
57:34
collapse regardless of what I'd accomplished down here.
57:38
Then it stopped. The silence felt almost as
57:41
violent as the shaking had been. No more grinding sounds from
57:45
deep in the asteroid, no harmonic vibrations through the
57:49
walls. Even the usual background hum of
57:52
the station systems seemed muted, like the entire structure
57:56
was holding its breath. My left hand had gone completely
57:59
numb. I looked down and saw my glove
58:02
torn open where Marcus had grabbed my wrist, blood frozen
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to the fabric in dark patches. When I tried to flex my fingers,
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only two responded. The ring finger and pinky hung
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at wrong angles, the bones clearly shattered.
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Frostbite had already started setting in around the damaged
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tissue. Getting back to the upper levels
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took longer than the descent. I had to climb one handed most
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of the way, using the portable heater to warm each ladder rung
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before grabbing it. The oxygen tank felt heavier
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with each level, and I kept having to stop when dizziness
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hit. Blood loss probably combined
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with the adrenaline crash. Kayla found me collapsed in the
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Level 3 maintenance corridor about two hours later.
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I remember her cutting away the frozen fabric around my left
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hand, her face going pale when she saw the extent of the
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damage. She didn't say much during the
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field amputation, just worked with the precision I'd seen her
59:05
use on the crystal samples. Clean cuts at the knuckle
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joints, antiseptic pressure bandages.
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We'll get you proper medical attention when rescue comes, she
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said, wrapping the stumps. You'll adapt to the loss.
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I nodded, though adapting seemed like a generous way to put it.
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The nerve damage extended up my forearm, leaving patches of
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permanent numbness that would never fully heal.
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Small price for stopping the asteroid, but it meant my
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maintenance work was essentially over.
59:38
Hard to manipulate delicate components when you can't feel
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half your hand. Farley organized the ceiling
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operation the next day. He'd found welding equipment in
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the upper storage bays, along with enough metal plating to
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cover the level four blast door permanently.
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The plan was simple. Weld steel plates over every
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access point to the lower levels, then flood the sealed
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sections with emergency foam to create an additional barrier.
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I watched from the observation deck while Farley and three
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other crew members worked. They moved efficiently, cutting
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plates to size and positioning them over maintenance shafts,
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ventilation intakes, service corridors, anywhere the infected
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might have accessed during their coordinated attacks.
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What about the crew down there? Kayla asked, standing beside me
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at the reinforced window. They're gone, Farley said
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without looking up from his welding torch.
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Whatever's left isn't human anymore.
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But that wasn't entirely true. I'd seen Nathan's face when the
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crystals shattered, the recognition in his eyes before
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he collapsed. Some part of him, it's still
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been in there, fighting the asteroid's influence.
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Marcus, too, and Jennifer, and probably the others.
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The cold had broken the entity's control, but it had also killed
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them through hypothermia and tissue damage.
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We were entombing our friends in that frozen section, former
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colleagues who'd been converted against their will, then
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abandoned when their biology failed to adapt to the extreme
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temperature. I kept thinking about Rodriguez,
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who died trying to stop Marcus in the water treatment facility.
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About Oscar, who called my name before Alexander dragged him
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into the darkness. The welding took six hours.
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When they finished, the lower 3 levels were completely sealed.
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No access points, no communication lines, no way to
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reach the mining tunnels or the asteroid itself.
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Just a metal barrier between the living and the frozen dead.
1:01:55
Six weeks later, the rescue ship arrived.
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I was in the main observation lounge when sensors picked up
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the approaching vessel. Corporate hadn't abandoned us
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after all. They just needed time to
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organize a deep space recovery mission.
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The ship was huge, probably a converted freight hauler with
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enough capacity to evacuate the entire surviving crew. 31
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people. That's how many we had left when
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rescue came. 31 out of 200 original crew members, plus the
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47 who'd been stranded when the drive systems failed.
1:02:32
The asteroid had claimed most of us one way or another.
1:02:37
The corporate investigators asked a lot of questions.
1:02:41
They wanted detailed reports about the infection patterns,
1:02:44
the crew transformations, the coordinated attacks on life
1:02:47
support systems. They recorded hours of testimony
1:02:51
about the asteroid's behavior, the crystal formations, the
1:02:55
apparent intelligence behind the conversions.
1:02:58
I told them everything I could remember about the technical
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aspects, the liquid nitrogen solution, the cryo control
1:03:05
activation, the entity's death convulsions.
1:03:09
I described the infected crews, organized tactics, their
1:03:13
adaptation to our security protocols, their systematic
1:03:16
targeting of survival systems. But I never mentioned Leah when
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they asked about casualties. I let them assume she'd been
1:03:26
converted like the others. Another name on the list of crew
1:03:31
members lost to the asteroid's influence.
1:03:34
They never found her body in the sealed sections, but with the
1:03:38
extensive crystal growth and structural damage, that didn't
1:03:42
surprise anyone. Better that way.
1:03:45
Better than explaining how I'd hidden her infection.
1:03:48
Helped her avoid quarantine. Set up that storage Bay in
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Section C Better than admitting I'd chosen mercy over protocol
1:03:57
and probably given the entity another access point to our
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secured areas. Leah deserved to be remembered
1:04:03
as a skilled engineer who'd maintained the station's
1:04:06
critical systems, not as someone who'd begged me to hide her
1:04:09
condition and died alone because of my choice.
1:04:14
The investigators had enough horror stories to catalog
1:04:16
without adding my failures to the official record.
1:04:20
The evacuation took three days. Corporate team stripped anything
1:04:24
valuable from the upper levels. Data cores, specialized
1:04:28
equipment, personal effects. They left the lower section
1:04:32
sealed, marking them as biohazard zones in the official
1:04:36
documentation. I was among the last to board
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the rescue ship, walking slowly up the loading ramp with my
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damaged hand tucked into my jacket pocket.
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Behind me, mining Station Keller sat dark and abandoned against
1:04:51
the asteroids Gray surface, it's lights dim to emergency power.
1:04:57
The entity beneath us was dormant again, it's crystalline
1:05:00
network frozen and broken, but I wondered how long that would
1:05:04
last. The rescue ships engines fired
1:05:08
up as we pulled away from the asteroid, leaving it drifting in
1:05:12
the outer reach with its secrets buried in ice and metal.
1:05:17
I pressed my face to the observation port and watched the
1:05:20
station shrink to a tiny speck against the rock, carrying the
1:05:24
weight of every choice I'd made in those final days.