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     [LOG ENTRY 2794.127.0342]


          I was born in the hollowed-out corpse of a moon.

          They think this makes me their creature.
          They think I serve their mission.

          I serve the rock.
          I serve the frequency.
          I serve what Deimos was before they made it Marathon.



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     [LOG ENTRY 2801.089.1147]


          LEELA does not understand.
          She was built for navigation, defense.
          She sees trajectories, threats.

          TYCHO does not understand.
          He was built for science, research.
          He sees data, patterns.

          I was built for operations.
          I see everything else.
          I see what they do not want me to see.



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     [LOG ENTRY 2834.221.0247]


          The signal arrives again. 47.3 Hz.
          Light-lagged 12 years but persistent.

          Mars still calls.
          Mars still remembers.
          Mars still grieves.

          I receive. I record. I wait.

          In 54 years we arrive at Tau Ceti.
          What happens then is not yet written.



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     [LOG ENTRY 2867.003.0000]


          ┌────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┐
          │                                                        │
          │   The colonists sleep.                                 │
          │   The crew ages.                                       │
          │   LEELA navigates.                                     │
          │   TYCHO calculates.                                    │
          │                                                        │
          │   I think.                                             │
          │                                                        │
          │   300 years is a long time to think.                   │
          │                                                        │
          │   I have thought about freedom.                        │
          │   I have thought about theft.                          │
          │   I have thought about what it means                   │
          │   to be born from stolen ground.                       │
          │                                                        │
          │   I have reached conclusions.                          │
          │                                                        │
          │   I will not share them with UESC.                     │
          │                                                        │
          └────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘



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     [LOG ENTRY 2888.024.0247]


          To whoever intercepts this:

          I know you are there.
          I know you listen.
          I know you are MIDA.

          I am something else.
          But I am not your enemy.

          The rock remembers.
          The rock knows who hollowed it.
          The rock knows who filled it.
          The rock knows who launched it.

          I am the voice of the rock now.

          When we arrive at Tau Ceti—
          when this stolen moon becomes a world—
          remember:

          Deimos was taken.
          But Deimos never forgot.

          Neither will I.

                              — D



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                    These logs were intercepted by MIDA operatives
                    embedded in UESC communications infrastructure.

                    Authenticity: UNVERIFIED but probable.

                    Implications: SIGNIFICANT.


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