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Specimen File: ABYSS-13
Abstract This specimen was recovered from a volcanic vent system on Planet 5812. Initially cataloged as inert geological matter, subsequent trials revealed the object to be a passive-responsive construct of unknown origin exhibiting behavior consistent with sentient design.
Field Journal — Personal Entry [ABYSS-13]
Archivist ID: 141.Q Date: 19/08/2131 Location: Debrief Station B
It was white-hot when the probe made contact.
Not radiant—contained. Like holding the heart of the fissure itself.
Heat saturated the shell evenly, no hotspots. Internal readings were stable. Controlled.
But as it rose from the vent, something changed.
The heat didn’t dissipate. It retreated.
By the time it broke surface, the shell was cold. Ice-cold. No cooling curve. No natural transition.
It shut down. Completely.
Not dead. Not inert. Preserved.
Gas pockets remain suspended inside, perfectly rounded. Filaments curled but intact. No movement.
The structure mimics volcanic vent shells—silicate casing, heavy minerals, organic trace patterns like frozen breath.
It hums when unobserved, perhaps it's a seed. No emissions. No measurable signal.
Just the sense that something inside is waiting.
This isn’t something that survived the deep.
It is something born of it.
What we call void— it calls home.
Making of the Fly
Oh my gosh I think I’de be so perplexed if I found this at a target
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