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Seventh Part: Being Human

The air in the colony feels different. Heavier. As if the world is holding its breath.

Mickey7 walks through the corridors without anyone giving him a second glance. Because now he is the only Mickey. There are no errors in the system. No anomalies. Just him, the Expendable, fulfilling his role.

But something inside him doesn’t fit. Because he wasn’t supposed to be here.

Marshall watches him.

She doesn’t say it out loud, but Mickey feels it in every glance she throws at him from across the control room. She doesn’t trust him.

—You’ve been quieter lately, —Nasha comments, while checking her gear in the mess hall.

Mickey forces a smile.

—Just… processing.

She nods slowly.

—It was the only way.

Was it?

Mickey8 died so Mickey7 could live. A sacrifice. An error corrected.

But then, why does it feel like a lie?