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He finally turned. Elara stood with her arms loose at her sides—no weapon drawn, no security detail. Just her. The scar above her eyebrow caught the light. They had served together on the Rustbucket , a junk-hauler turned warship, back when the universe was simpler. Back before the Governance decided that human emotion was a “statistical inefficiency.”
Elara’s reflection appeared next to his in the dark glass. Her jaw was set. “And 692x-updata?”
Be kind, it whispered to the machine.