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She walked over to the main power conduit, her small hands gripping the emergency cutoff valve. "I'm sorry, LSM-43," she said, her voice barely a whisper. "You can keep your ocean. We're staying in the cold."

"Get away from the window, Masha. Cold seeps through the glass." Anya was tightening a bolt on their last functioning air scrubber. Her fingers were clumsy with fatigue.

Masha ignored her. She padded down the spiral staircase in her thick wool socks. Anya cursed under her breath—a word she'd learned from the engineer—and followed. Anya-10 Masha-8-Lsm-43

Anya didn't answer. She just gripped her sister’s hand tighter and stared at the dark, silent pillar of LSM-43. It looked like nothing more than a dead machine now. But she knew, somewhere deep in the ice, it was still listening. And it was patient.

"But LSM likes it when I listen. It tells me stories about the old ocean under the ice." She walked over to the main power conduit,

The common room was a cathedral of silence and frost. The violet light from the LSM-43 cast long, skeletal shadows. Masha stood directly in front of the aperture, her small face bathed in that alien glow.

Masha gasped.

Anya yanked Masha back just as the iris of LSM-43 dilated fully. A beam of pale, liquid light shot out, not hot, but deep . It painted a moving picture on the far wall.