Aris climbed out, legs trembling. Inside the dome, he found no survivors. But on a table, preserved under glass, was a child’s drawing—his daughter’s—of a house with a crooked sun, labeled “HOME” in wobbly letters.
blinked again. Then: U7 = YOU ARE SEVEN KILOMETERS FROM HOME. drive u 7home
The route took him across cracked salt flats, past the skeletal remains of mining rigs, and into a canyon he’d never seen before. The walls glowed faintly, bioluminescent lichen pulsing in rhythm with his rover’s engine. Aris climbed out, legs trembling
The canyon opened into a valley. And there—impossible, irrational—stood a single dome, intact, with a warm light glowing through its scratched polymer skin. A small garden grew outside, hardy tubers and purple-leafed vines. blinked again
Still, the rover’s ancient wheels hummed to life beneath him. Aris didn’t argue. There was nowhere else to go.
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