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When the Iron Marrow finally punched back into normal space, it looked different. It was sleeker, scarred, and more "alive" than when it left. Ver. 2 had proven that in the cold expanse of the galaxy, the bridge between machine and man wasn't a line—it was a heartbeat.

"Good girl," he whispered. The ship responded with a low-frequency hum that vibrated in his very bones. rawbotic_galaxy_ship_ver_2

Elias unplugged, gasping as his individual senses returned. He looked at the console, which felt warm to the touch. When the Iron Marrow finally punched back into