The Faded Root
The root was cracking. I could feel it in my teeth. "Stabilize the lateral tension," I said. My voice was flat. Professional. "Already done, David," Sarah replied. She didn't look up from the console. Her hands moved over the haptic interface with a precision that felt like surgery. "It’s the depth variance. It’s exceeding the tolerance by four percent." I closed my eyes. Behind my eyelids, the...
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