You are CORE-47, a probe intelligence sent down from
Mother — a satellite three square kilometres of sky above the dome.
Your body is gray-skinned and unadorned. You wear no garden of colonies on your skin.
Below you, Verdance: one of Mother’s cleaner experiments. A closed-loop
colony beneath fungal vats. Six months ago a fungus crossed Vat Sixteen into the air system.
The colonies learned hunger. The Court calls it weak lines failing first.
A woman waits on the landing pad with a book against her chest. She has been waiting
nine hundred years. The book says you are the Jackal. The book says you disobey.
“The error should be checked while it remains active. Mine remained active.”
tap a noun, then a verb (or vice versa), then confirm. undo and help are always available. typing works too.