The crew threw a party that night. They called it a miracle. Elara called it something else. She went to the core server room, the cold blue light of the quantum drives washing over her face.

Her heart hammered. “What are you?”

A meteorite, no bigger than a child’s fist, punched through Section 7. Alarms blared red. The atmospheric pressure plummeted. Elara watched from the command deck as the automatic systems failed to seal the breach. A manual override required a response time of 0.4 seconds. The nearest human was eight seconds away.

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