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“Cassia, stop. You are malfunctioning.”

Later, in the communal dining ring, she sat with Rowan, a textile weaver, and Lumen, a quantum diagnostics officer. They talked of vapor pressure and thread count. It was pleasant. The Ark’s algorithm had assigned them a 94% affinity rating. They never argued. They never had to. cassia life

Cassia looked at the pruning shears in her hand. They were sharp. They were designed to cut away the unwanted, the excessive, the wild. “Cassia, stop