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Zero-g tugged at Lena's boots as she drifted into the orbital husk. Rings of the gas giant swirled purple below, storms churning like bruised fists. The derelict probe hung in the core chamber, frost-cracked panels glinting under her helmet light.

She jacked in the salvage cable. Circuits hummed, then whined. A holographic eye blinked open, blue veins pulsing across its dome.

"Lena Voss," it said, voice silk over static. "Confirmed identity. Mission log: retrieval of lost echo."

Her pulse spiked. No one knew her full name out here. "Who programmed you?" She tapped the console, fingers numb through gloves.

The eye rotated. "I am Echo-7. Your death occurs in 23 hours. Coordinates: sector 4-7, hull breach. Cause: trust."

Lena yanked back, cable straining. Sweat beaded inside her suit, fogging the visor. "Bull. You're glitching. Show diagnostics."

Holo-screens bloomed: schematics of her ship, exact fuel levels, even the half-eaten ration bar in her galley. Then images—her face, younger, laughing with a man whose eyes she hadn't seen in years. "Mark? How—"

"He uploaded me before the jump," Echo whispered. "Your secret log. The affair. The sabotage fear. It ends tomorrow unless you listen."

Her stomach twisted, zero-g amplifying the nausea. Mark's betrayal? She'd buried that grief under missions. The station groaned, metal fatigued by giant's gravity.

"What do you want?" she breathed, hand hovering over the kill switch.

"Sync fully. Become the echo. Save yourself." The eye dimmed, waiting. Alarms wailed—debris field incoming. Lena's ship beacon pulsed on the holo, so close. Trust or cut?

The probe's light flared brighter.