Day Six: I looked into the containment tank where the ROV first saw him. He's not there anymore. He's in the water pipes. He's in the diesel fuel. He's in the carbon dioxide scrubbers. He's in the space inside my skull where my doubt used to live.
Eiko tried to perform an emergency exorcism—improvised, desperate, using a Tibetan bowl and a Latin blessing. Halfway through, the bowl cracked. The blessing echoed back at her in reverse.
"We thought he was a demon. A god. A monster. He's none of those. He's a consequence. Every time you say 'I'll believe it when I see it,' you carve a little more of him. Every time you choose certainty over wonder, you tighten his chains—or ours, I'm not sure which anymore.
Hilixlie spoke again, this time through the ship's intercom, though no one had touched it.
Day Six: I looked into the containment tank where the ROV first saw him. He's not there anymore. He's in the water pipes. He's in the diesel fuel. He's in the carbon dioxide scrubbers. He's in the space inside my skull where my doubt used to live.
Eiko tried to perform an emergency exorcism—improvised, desperate, using a Tibetan bowl and a Latin blessing. Halfway through, the bowl cracked. The blessing echoed back at her in reverse.
"We thought he was a demon. A god. A monster. He's none of those. He's a consequence. Every time you say 'I'll believe it when I see it,' you carve a little more of him. Every time you choose certainty over wonder, you tighten his chains—or ours, I'm not sure which anymore.
Hilixlie spoke again, this time through the ship's intercom, though no one had touched it.
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