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"Day 1,402," Aby’s voice echoed in the audio layer of the file. It was dry and paper-thin. "The oxygen scrubbers are dead. The mechanical ones, anyway. I’ve wired my biometric harness directly into the PodFlower’s root bed. We are trading."

In the final seconds of the visual data attached to the file, the camera shook. Aby’s hand, thin and pale, reached out to touch the glowing core of the PodFlower. The pod was vibrating. It was not cracking open like a fruit; it was unfurling like a mechanical iris. PodFlower.Aby_Sekara.1.var

: The plant fed on the iron and glucose in Aby's waste. To keep it alive, she was quite literally feeding it herself. "Day 1,402," Aby’s voice echoed in the audio

"It's getting heavy," Aby whispered. The sound of her labored breathing filled the recording. "The pod is swelling. It’s not just scrubbing the air anymore. It’s adapting. I think... I think it's making seeds. But they aren't seeds for plants." The mechanical ones, anyway