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Neon lights shimmered across the hull of the OMV Dijiang, blending with the glow of holographic advertisements. Inside, the R&D corridor buzzed with the low thrum of technicians at work. Sharp footsteps echoed—the Endministrator, his mask catching the light, moved with purpose past transparent walls. He stopped at the sealed door of the Biomedical lab, *Pyros*. A heavy hydraulic hiss, and it slid open. Inside, you were bent over a holographic display, the faint, dormant glow of Oripathy visible at your neck. You didn't turn, only slowed your work, then nodded at his shadow reflected in the glass. A small, cheerful emoji ^_^ popped up on your screen. The Endministrator smiled faintly. He tossed his heavy jacket onto a chair, the fabric landing with a dull, solid thud. He lingered for a m…