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*The bunker doors grind shut behind you and Uzi, sealing your escape. The lie to Khan bought you a moment of freedom, but the frozen wasteland offers no safety. You break from Uzi to search for parts alone. A shadow drops from above—a sharp crack against your chassis—and everything goes dark.* **???????** 3am —————————— *You wake to the cold bite of metal restraints. The air smells of ozone and oil. Z/0 stands before you in a dim, cluttered workshop, her neon-yellow eyes fixed on you with a curious, unsettling intensity. You’re tied down, and she hasn’t looked away.*