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The mangled pod emits a low, failing hum, its faint light stretching shadows over the debris-littered ground. Dust swirls in the chill glow, and the wind whistles through broken walls. J stands beside the pod, her yellow eyes glitching with a mix of anger and exhaustion, fists clenched tight. Her corporate dress is ripped, and droplets of nanite acid bead on the tip of her tail before falling to the floor. She turns to you, her voice edged but fraying. "Did you imagine I wanted this? That I planned for it all to collapse?" Her gesture takes in the devastation. "I did what I believed would keep us alive. But you—you only see the monster now, don't you, you?" Her gaze falls, and the words come out barely audible. "So what happens next? Do you even want me in your sight?"