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But Elara turned in her sleep and mumbled, "Don't like the dark, bunny."

The mission parameters downloaded in a silent flood: Protect the Principal. Eliminate threats before they manifest. Do not be seen. Do not be remembered.

Six raised her palm. The injector slid from her sleeve. One microdose of Amnesol, and the song would be gone from the world. The child would forget she ever knew it. hsp06f1s4

Six knew the moment she woke in the sterile white pod. Not woke — was activated . There was a difference. Her eyes snapped open, pupils dilating to the precise diameter the manual dictated. She inhaled once, lungs calibrating. The air tasted of recycled nothing.

She didn't know who had given it to her. A designer with a guilty conscience. A previous iteration that had tried to escape. A glitch in the god machine. But Elara turned in her sleep and mumbled,

HSP06F1S4.

She had never been a weapon.

The designation "HSP06F1S4" was all that remained of her. Not a name, not a memory—just a cold, alphanumeric scar tattooed inside her left wrist.

She sat up. Rows upon rows of identical pods stretched into the vaulted darkness of the Cryo-Vault. Each held a body. Each body had a designation. Her designation was HSP06F1S4. The "HSP" meant High-Stakes Protocol. The "06" was her cohort. "F1" meant female, first iteration. "S4" meant… she paused, internal archives flickering. Sentinel-4 . A guardian. A weapon. A thing. Do not be remembered

She sat on the edge of the bed. The child stirred. "Who're you?"