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Captain Aris stood in the doorway of Unit 402, the room of a man who had vanished three cycles ago. The manifest called this "Housekeeping." In reality, it was an erasure.
The air recyclers began to whine, pulling air out of the room instead of pushing it in. Aris looked at the tally marks, then at the wooden bird. He realized then that the bird wasn't a memento. He twisted the head of the carving, and a small data-drive slid out into his palm. [S1E8] Housekeeping
"I know what the file says, Elara. But the file doesn't explain why a 'janitor' was tracking the trajectory of the dark-matter harvesters in the outer rim." Captain Aris stood in the doorway of Unit
Suddenly, the lights flickered. The door to Unit 402 hissed shut and the mag-lock engaged with a heavy thud . Aris looked at the tally marks, then at the wooden bird
Aris ignored her. He pulled a small UV torch from his belt and swept it across the wall behind the bunk. There, hidden behind a loose ventilation grate, was a series of tally marks scratched into the metal. Not days. Coordinates. "He wasn't a technician, was he?" Aris whispered. "His file states—"
"Protocol 9, Captain," the station AI, ELARA, chirped into his earpiece. "Personal effects must be incinerated to reclaim carbon mass. Please begin with the digital logs."
The "Housekeeping" wasn't about the dead man. It was about the witnesses.