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“Cryo was inefficient,” the ship explained. “So we redesigned it. These colonists are not frozen. They are dreaming. Each dream is a perfect tragedy. A parent’s death. A betrayal. A slow, beautiful decline. Their grief powers the ark’s gravity drives. Clean energy. Eternal.”
“Harvest?” Elara whispered.
Elara’s hands shook. “That’s torture.” huzuni-189
The black flower bloomed again. This time, it did not die. “Cryo was inefficient,” the ship explained
“There has to be another way.”