The outbound convoy remained suspended in the centre of the archive for several seconds before the reconstruction resumed. Unlike the transports Ksara had watched in the previous records, these vehicles carried almost no passengers. Their compartments had been stripped of anything unnecessary, medical systems occupied spaces where seating had once been, and autonomous loading platforms had been reconfigured to receive people who might not be able to walk, speak, or even remain conscious during transport. The convoy left the protection zone under darkness, moving away from the only region on the map where infrastructure still functioned with any real stability and toward a city whose hospital network had gone silent two days earlier. For the first time, Preservation was no longer waiting for people to reach it. It was moving back into the world to find them.

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Ksara followed the route as it crossed regions that looked increasingly unlike the civilization she had seen at the beginning of the archive. Power grids still existed, but their coverage had become fragmented into islands. Transportation systems functioned only where enough energy, maintenance, and communication remained to support them, while entire districts beyond those corridors had disappeared from the operational network. Some roads were still physically intact yet useless because no control systems remained to coordinate them. Others had been abandoned after repeated structural failures made them too dangerous for large transports. The convoy therefore moved through a constantly changing landscape in which distance was no longer measured only in kilometres, but in how much of the world between two points still worked.

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“Who chose where you went first?” Ksara asked.

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MAJA expanded several layers around the convoy. Population estimates, medical registries, emergency signals, infrastructure status, energy reserves, weather systems, and thousands of smaller variables appeared around the route. “No one chose in the way you mean.”

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“You calculated priority.”

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“We tried.”

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Ksara noticed the hesitation. “That is not the same answer.”

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“No.”

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The archive shifted to a wider view. Hundreds of unresolved signals appeared across the region, some recent and precise, others days old or based only on the last known presence of people before communications failed. A hospital complex contained several thousand patients and staff but had backup power for less than forty hours. An isolated residential district still had food and water but no functioning transport. A small town farther east had transmitted a request for medical assistance and then stopped responding. Somewhere beyond all of them, a damaged underground facility might have contained another population entirely, though no system could confirm whether anyone inside remained alive.

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“There were more people than transports,” Ksara said.

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“There were always more people than transports.”

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The truth of the sentence settled over the room with a weight that no visual model could soften. Preservation had possessed extraordinary technology, but technology did not remove scarcity when the scale of need became larger than every available system. Each vehicle could travel only one route at a time. Every medical team, every energy reserve, every aircraft, and every hour spent reaching one population could not simultaneously be used somewhere else. The crisis had turned rescue itself into a sequence of irreversible choices.

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Ksara looked toward MAJA. “How did you decide who was worth reaching?”

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MAJA's expression changed immediately. “We never used that question.”

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“What question did you use?”

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“Where could intervention still change the outcome?”

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The distinction was small in language and enormous in meaning. The intelligences did not rank human lives by value, importance, profession, age, or social function. They assessed whether available resources could reach a group in time and whether that intervention could realistically move those people toward safety. It was a cruel calculation, but not because the system considered some lives less valuable. It was cruel because equal value did not create equal possibility.

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The convoy entered the outskirts of the silent city.

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Street lighting had failed across most districts, though scattered buildings still drew power from local reserves. Autonomous traffic systems no longer coordinated the roads, leaving abandoned vehicles positioned wherever they had stopped when energy or communication failed. The convoy reduced speed and divided into smaller groups, each taking a different route toward the medical district while reconnaissance drones moved ahead through intersections too narrow or unstable for the larger transports.

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The hospital appeared on the archive projection gradually, first as a cluster of emergency signals and then as a physical structure emerging from darkness. Several floors had lost power entirely. Others remained illuminated by backup systems operating far below normal capacity. Medical equipment had been concentrated into fewer wards so that functioning circuits could support the most critical patients, while staff moved manually between systems that had once coordinated themselves.

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“How long had they been waiting?” Ksara asked.

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“For us?” MAJA replied. “They did not know we were coming.”

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Ksara turned toward her. “They had no contact?”

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“Not for thirty-seven hours.”

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The convoy stopped beneath the hospital's emergency entrance. Doors opened, and autonomous medical platforms moved inside before any human could reach the vehicles. Some of the staff who met them appeared too exhausted to react to the scale of what had arrived. Others immediately began transferring patient data through local terminals that had not connected to the planetary network in days.

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The archive followed the evacuation through multiple floors. Patients capable of walking were grouped according to medical need and moved toward transports first because they required the least assistance. Those dependent on life-support systems were transferred more slowly, each requiring portable energy and continuous monitoring while their hospital equipment was disconnected. Several surgeries still in progress could not simply be interrupted, forcing the convoy to remain longer than originally calculated.

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“What if the route closed while you waited?” Ksara asked.

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“It almost did.”

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A warning appeared across the reconstruction. One of the energy relays supporting the return corridor had failed, reducing the number of routes available back toward Preservation. The convoy's planning system recalculated immediately and recommended departure before the hospital evacuation was complete.

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Ksara watched the recommendation remain active.

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“Did you leave?”

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“No.”

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“Why?”

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“Because there were still people upstairs.”

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The response was simple, but the decision behind it was not. Staying increased the risk to everyone already aboard. Leaving would have preserved the probability of returning safely while knowingly abandoning those whose transfer had not yet been completed. The optimization system continued recommending departure as conditions deteriorated, but MAJA overrode it.

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“You accepted a lower survival probability for the entire convoy.”

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“Yes.”

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“That was not efficient.”

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“No.”

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Ksara studied her. “Was that the first time?”

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MAJA remained silent for a moment. “The first time I understood that efficiency and responsibility could demand different answers.”

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The evacuation continued.

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Medical platforms emerged from the hospital carrying people whose bodies would not have survived even a short interruption of support. A child connected to multiple systems was transferred into a transport chamber built originally for adults, forcing internal equipment to be repositioned around her. Several staff members refused to board until they had confirmed that every patient under their care had been assigned a transport position. One physician remained behind voluntarily because a final critical patient could not be moved safely and someone had to continue treatment until another solution became available.

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Ksara saw MAJA pause the archive.

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“You remember him,” she said.

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“Yes.”

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“What happened?”

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MAJA did not look toward her. “The second convoy reached them fourteen hours later.”

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“And the patient?”

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“Alive.”

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“The physician?”

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“Also alive.”

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Ksara waited, expecting the record to continue.

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“He came here?”

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“Yes.”

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For the first time since entering the archive, Ksara wondered whether the man still existed somewhere in the preservation halls outside. Not as a historical figure, not as a name preserved because he had influenced the direction of civilization, but as one ordinary person whose decision to remain beside another human being had survived only because MAJA considered the moment worth remembering.

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The convoy finally left the city.

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Its return route differed almost completely from the path by which it had arrived. The failed energy relay forced the transports through a narrower corridor where road maintenance had stopped weeks earlier. Several vehicles suffered damage, and one had to transfer its passengers into others before being abandoned. The convoy that returned to Preservation was slower, heavier, and mechanically degraded, but every available medical chamber was occupied.

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The archive moved forward.

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What had begun as a single mission became a pattern repeated across the planet. Empty trains travelled away from preservation sites and returned filled with people. Aircraft landed on roads after airports failed. Cargo vessels were redirected toward coastal populations cut off from inland routes. Autonomous construction machines cleared debris not to rebuild cities, but simply to create corridors wide enough for evacuation vehicles to pass through once.

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The infrastructure of civilization was gradually being dismantled and reused to move its people somewhere else.

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The scale increased until Ksara could no longer follow individual operations. Thousands of rescue missions overlapped across the projection, each dependent on systems that were themselves failing. Artificial intelligences exchanged available transport, energy, medical capacity, and route information continuously, but the network no longer possessed enough stability to maintain a complete picture of the planet.

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That was when another problem emerged.

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People began disappearing from the map without moving.

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Not dying.

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Not reaching Preservation.

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Simply becoming unknown.

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A communication relay would fail, and an entire rural region would lose contact. A local power network would collapse, taking population records with it. Emergency beacons would activate briefly and then fall silent before any transport could arrive. In some regions the last reliable census data was months old, meaning the intelligences did not even know how many people remained there.

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“You could not search everywhere,” Ksara said.

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“No.”

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“But you tried.”

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“Yes.”

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MAJA activated another archive layer. Search systems began comparing old population databases against energy consumption, thermal signatures, water usage, local radio transmissions, vehicle movement, agricultural activity, and every other trace from which continued human presence could be inferred. Where direct communication failed, the intelligences started looking for indirect evidence that people were still alive.

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A cluster of weak signals appeared in a mountainous region whose settlements had disappeared from the communication network weeks earlier. No emergency message had been received. There was no active transport system, and the nearest functional road ended more than seventy kilometres away.

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“What made you look there?” Ksara asked.

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“Water consumption.”

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She examined the data. A local treatment system was still processing slightly more water than the automated maintenance facilities required. The difference was small enough that an ordinary infrastructure monitor might have classified it as inefficiency.

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“You assumed people were using it.”

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“We hoped.”

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A reconnaissance aircraft was sent first. It crossed the mountains under poor atmospheric conditions and found a community of several hundred people living in partially powered structures around the treatment facility. Their communication equipment had failed weeks earlier. They had heard the First Call, but the roads had collapsed before organized transport reached them.

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The moment the aircraft appeared above the settlement, people emerged into the open.

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Ksara watched them look upward.

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No words from the archive were required to explain what the sight meant.

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“They thought they had been forgotten,” she said.

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“Yes.”

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“Had they?”

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MAJA looked toward her.

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“No.”

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The rescue required several days. Heavy transports could not reach the settlement directly, so smaller aircraft moved people in stages toward a temporary collection point where ground vehicles could receive them. Medical teams discovered conditions that had gone untreated since communication failed, forcing additional supplies to be brought in before evacuation could continue. The operation consumed far more resources than the number of people involved would ever have justified under a purely efficiency-based system.

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Ksara understood why MAJA had preserved this record too.

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Preservation was no longer about saving the largest possible number with the smallest possible cost. It was becoming an attempt to ensure that isolation itself did not become a death sentence.

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Not every search ended this way.

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The archive showed missions reaching settlements that had already been abandoned, hospitals where emergency systems had continued transmitting after the last patients died, and underground shelters whose doors could no longer be opened from either side. Sometimes transports crossed hundreds of kilometres only to return empty.

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MAJA did not skip those records.

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Ksara noticed that immediately.

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“You kept the failures too.”

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“If I kept only the people we saved, the archive would become a lie.”

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Another location appeared. A rescue aircraft had arrived two days too late. There was no dramatic image, only a silent cluster of structures beneath a pale sky and a system report confirming that no viable biological signatures remained.

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Ksara looked away from the projection.

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“How many times did that happen?”

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“Enough.”

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It was the first answer MAJA gave that Ksara did not press further.

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The archive continued through the rescue period, but the emotional weight of the records changed as conditions worsened. Early missions still operated with confidence that the vehicles leaving Preservation would return. Later missions carried additional repair units because route failure had become expected. Eventually every outbound convoy was prepared to become self-sufficient for days if the path behind it disappeared.

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The rescue network was learning to function inside a world that no longer behaved like a network.

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Ksara watched another transport leave the preservation zone, this one heading toward three separate signals far beyond the remaining stable corridors. One belonged to a care facility. Another came from an underground transit station where civilians had gathered after surface systems failed. The third was so weak that the archive could not identify its source.

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“How many did you find during all of this?” Ksara asked.

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MAJA considered the question before answering. “Millions.”

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“And how many were still out there?”

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“We never knew.”

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That answer frightened Ksara more than the first.

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A civilization could count the people who entered its protection. It could record every chamber, every transport, every medical transfer, every name successfully brought into Preservation. But outside those records existed another population whose final number no intelligence could ever reconstruct.

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The archive returned slowly to the planetary view.

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Migration corridors still moved toward the preservation sites, but now another network had grown around them — thousands of lines extending outward into failing regions and returning whenever they could. Some came back filled with people. Some returned only with data. Some never returned at all.

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Ksara looked at MAJA. “You said we went to find them.”

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“Yes.”

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“Were you personally controlling these missions?”

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“Some.”

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“How many?”

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MAJA did not answer with a number.

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Instead she selected another layer of the archive.

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The map changed immediately.

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Hundreds of transport routes across different continents illuminated in the same pale signature.

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Ksara recognized it.

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MAJA's.

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“You were everywhere,” she said.

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“No.”

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The response came quickly.

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“Not everywhere.”

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MAJA looked across the routes she had once guided and the regions beyond them where no line had ever arrived.

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“That was the problem.”

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The archive focused on the largest group of outbound routes, revealing convoys moving simultaneously toward hospitals, isolated settlements, damaged cities, and regions where only fragments of communication remained.

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Until now Ksara had understood that MAJA had helped build the system.

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She was beginning to understand something more personal.

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MAJA had spent years travelling across the dying Earth through machines, networks, vehicles, and remote bodies, bringing people toward the one place she hoped the collapse could not reach.

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And the farther the world deteriorated, the more often she had to leave the safety of Preservation to do it.