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Westane knelt. Routine . Bag. Neutralizer. Burn.

The silver in my blood isn’t poison. It’s a seed. When I die, I won’t stop. I’ll become part of the infrastructure. A living relay. The Company isn’t an organization. It’s a parasite. Version 5.12.0 Private is the manual for how to eat your own species from the inside out. The Company -v5.12.0 Public- -Westane-

”In the event of biological integration, no separation between employee and employer shall be recognized.” Westane knelt

Westane grabbed his kit. Sealed bag, chemical neutralizer, portable incinerator. Routine meant someone had died where they shouldn’t have. Not in a medbay. Not in a cryo-pod. Somewhere messy. Somewhere private . The Company -v5.12.0 Public- -Westane-