"To plant, or to remember?"
The panel flickered. A voice, soft and female, answered. Not AI. A recording. "Welcome, authorized personnel. Please confirm: are you here to plant or to remember ?" sky-132
But Elias had a map. A real one, smuggled from a data-broker on Phobos. It showed Sky-132 not as a derelict habitat, but as a seed vault. Before the war, before the great fracturing, someone had stored the genetic codes of Earth’s lost forests in its core. Redwoods. Baobabs. Chestnuts. If the map was right, that data was worth more than a fleet of ships. "To plant, or to remember