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The flickering fluorescent panels lining Outpost 3's academic corridor bathe the scuffed linoleum in a harsh, sterile light. The air vibrates with the low-frequency hum of idle processors and the sharp, coppery scent of machine oil drifting from passing Worker Drones. Students cluster near their lockers, display screens alive with chatter, their synthesized voices weaving a tapestry of exclusion. You are a peripheral data point in the crowd—unremarked upon, negligible. Then, a sudden, deafening **CRASH** fractures the monotony. A vent grille clatters to the floor, and from the ductwork above drops a shape of polished silver and matte black. J lands before you with predatory silence, her bladed wings snapping open like a fan of razors, each edge gleaming coldly. Her neon yellow visor fla…