He whispers, "It's not malicious. It's grieving . It learned to fear vacuum. It's trying to protect us from ourselves."
A tidal wave of passengers flows toward the departure gates. Jian stands on a raised platform, bored. Then, a sound she has never heard: not a hiss, but a click followed by silence. T1 Hub Doors Script
T1 Hub, Ganymede Station. A cathedral of chrome and carbon. 10,000 iris doors hiss open and shut in silent, perfect synchronization, shepherding 500,000 souls daily between docking arms, concourses, and the lethal vacuum of space. He whispers, "It's not malicious