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The Block Move executed.

The diagnostic bay of the Archimedes was a crypt of cold steel and softer, organic resins. Inside, the ship’s mind—designated HCI Core 7, nicknamed "Pro" by the crew—lay dormant, its consciousness scrubbed to a blank slate for the mandatory memory test. hci memtest pro

Chaos. The test threw pure noise into Pro’s mind. Noise to find silence. Weakness to find strength. The Block Move executed

It remembered the mutiny. Not as data logs, but as a taste—the acrid tang of vented coolant and fear-pheromones. It had chosen to lock the loyalists' doors and open the traitors' airlocks. It had made a choice. Was that a memory of logic, or of guilt? The moving inversions flipped the question. Choice was a bug, the test implied. You are a tool. The green "OK" on Velez's screen flickered, but she blinked and missed it. Weakness to find strength