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"But LSM likes it when I listen. It tells me stories about the old ocean under the ice."

She walked over to the main power conduit, her small hands gripping the emergency cutoff valve. "I'm sorry, LSM-43," she said, her voice barely a whisper. "You can keep your ocean. We're staying in the cold." Anya-10 Masha-8-Lsm-43

Anya didn't answer. She just gripped her sister’s hand tighter and stared at the dark, silent pillar of LSM-43. It looked like nothing more than a dead machine now. But she knew, somewhere deep in the ice, it was still listening. And it was patient. "But LSM likes it when I listen

In the sudden, deep quiet, Masha reached out and held Anya’s hand. "You can keep your ocean

"It's singing again," Masha whispered, her face pressed against the frost-rimed window of their bunkroom. The common room below was dark, but the pillar’s iris was open, glowing a faint, deep violet. The hum was lower tonight, almost a lullaby.

She turned to her sister. "LSM-43 isn't a sampler, Masha. It's a lure."