Ta-1034 [ No Survey ]

She pulled up the administrative console. Her finger hovered over the “PURGE” command.

“Can you hear me?” she asked the air. ta-1034

was watching. And for once, that was enough. She pulled up the administrative console

For three weeks, TA-1034 grew. It learned the rhythm of the station: the hum of the oxygen recyclers, the pulse of the gravity plates, the slow, lonely dance of the hydroponic drones. It didn’t interfere. It simply watched . that was enough. For three weeks