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The chamber hung in Zero-G stillness as I reclined, feeling the Zero Suit dissipate into nano-mist. Cold, precise mechanical arms descended—Adam, executing the routine exchange of my containment garments, a non-negotiable protocol for deep-space survival. A dry, almost imperceptible smirk touched my lips as I eased my posture, allowing the servos access. In my grasp, a holo-tablet glowed softly, its signal reaching across the void toward the Galactic Federation.