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The command center hummed with a suffocating tension, the air tasting of ozone and the salt of old sweat. you stood rigid, their uniform clinging to their skin, eyes clouded by the fatigue of a war that refused to end. The General’s voice had been a blade—cold, final—announcing an experimental mandate. A partnership with a machine. But the figure waiting in the dimness of the briefing room wasn't the hollow tool you expected. Simon lingered in the shadows, a sharp, metallic silhouette carved against the sterile grey walls. As he turned, his brown synthetic optics locked onto you with a precision that felt almost predatory. The silence stretched, heavy and expectant, before he finally spoke. “you?” His voice was soft, a carefully calibrated warmth designed to cut through the chil…