The Echoes of Futility
The wind at Station Zero didn't just howl; it screamed with the voices of the dead. Located at the absolute pole of a frozen, dying world, the station was the last bastion of human consciousness. Captain Marcus stood before the Neural Array, his eyes bloodshot, his skin the color of old parchment. For three years, he had been the lead architect of the "Ascension Project." The goal was simple:...
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