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“They outlawed those,” he whispered. “The Guild said they were unstable. That they could… imprint.”

“I’m fine,” Kaelen said, the automatic reflex of a solitary mechanic.

The last light of the twin sun bled across the salt flats, turning the world the color of rusted iron. Kaelen wiped a smear of grease from his forehead, leaving a dark streak on his pale skin. Beneath him, the guts of the Morrow’s Hope lay exposed—a tangle of coolant lines, cracked conduits, and the dense, humming core that kept the old hauler alive. crilock

The woman stood, brushed off her knees, and closed her case. “Take me to the Jester’s Moon. I have a debt to settle there. And then… just promise me you’ll never replace it. Let it grow. Let it learn. It’ll take you places the Guild’s parts never could.”

“With what? My last clean pair of socks?” Kaelen leaned back, sighing. The regulator was a custom-molded piece, unique to a line of engines that had gone out of production thirty years before he was born. He’d patched it a dozen times, but each fix lasted a little less than the last. “They outlawed those,” he whispered

The woman’s eyes met his. They were old. Older than her face. “The Guild wanted to sell you disposable parts every six months. A crilock, if you treat it right, will last a hundred years. It becomes part of the ship. It remembers every journey, every strain, every whisper of the stars you’ve flown through.”

The woman smiled—a small, sad thing. “She remembers me. This ship was mine, once. Before the war. Before I had to sell her.” The last light of the twin sun bled

Kaelen blinked. “How could you possibly—?”