Meadow's POV
The words stayed on the screen longer than they should have. NEXT SEQUENCE WILL FORCE DIRECT LOSS. PREPARE. You did not move right away. None of you did. It felt like the room itself was waiting, as if even the machines understood that something irreversible was about to happen. The soft hum of the systems continued, steady and indifferent, but everything else felt tense, stretched thin like a wire ready to snap.
