803x -

Her terminal beeped. A message from the core:

The station had been built for research, but 803x had become a lifeboat for those who could afford the ticket. Elara wasn’t one of them. She was the mechanic, the one who kept the gears turning while the "passengers" slept in cryo-stasis. Her terminal beeped

She grabbed her toolkit and floated toward the ventilation shafts. The corridor was cold; the heating units had been sacrificed hours ago to save the life-support grid. As she pulled herself through the narrow tunnel, her flashlight caught something reflective stuck in the intake fan. It was a small, golden locket. Her terminal beeped