One such code was c896a92d919f46e2833e9eb159e526af .

The truth hit her like a decompression blast.

Confused, she ran the locket through the station’s old bio-scanner. The results made the room spin.

The girl who carried it lived on a slow-rotating habitat station called , orbiting the burnt cinder of a dead star. She was known simply as "C-eight" to her few friends.

She pulled the lever.

That night, C-eight stood in front of a mirror. She touched her face. Whose chin was that? Her own? Or Elara’s?