The Impossible Color
ACT I Not reading my data. Reading me. Reading me. Lena Voss. The woman sitting in the Occam's observation cockpit, drinking coffee that tasted faintly of recycled metal and watching a three-hundred-kilometer-wide cylinder of incomprehensible matter change its internal structure in response to her presence. The Pillar was scanning her neural activity, mapping her thoughts, recording her...
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