Cassia Life 〈SAFE〉

“They said the error was in me. That my fear was a glitch. But I saw it, Cassia. If you’re reading this, you’re one of the new seeds. They wiped the logs. We weren’t colonists. We were a test. The Ark doesn’t have a destination. It never did. It just circles, growing us, pruning us, keeping us docile. Don’t fix the moss. Break the system.”

Then silence.

She walked past the sleeping alcove. She walked past the dining ring. She walked to the central data nexus, a pulsing obelisk of light where the Ark’s core hummed. A few other citizens were there, staring at their screens, updating their compatibility scores, adjusting their sleep settings. They didn’t look up. cassia life

“Anomaly resolved,” the Ark said, its voice smooth as ever. “Return to your designated sleep cycle, Cassia. You have a high-efficiency rating tomorrow. Pruning of the overgrown ferns in Sector 4.” “They said the error was in me