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Thorne smiled. It was a terrible thing to see. “Outland does. It’s not a world anymore, Commander. It’s a reader. And you’ve been characters in a story it’s been editing in real-time.” He told them the truth no one wanted to hear.

“We followed your manual,” Sange said, slapping a data-slate onto the table. The screen showed the Outland Special Edition logo: a stylized phoenix rising from a double helix. “Version 14.3. ‘Enhanced biodiversity cascade.’ ‘Adaptive atmospheric resequencing.’ You called it a masterpiece.” Outland Special Edition-PROPHET

And Outland had responded by trying to kill everyone who could hear it. Thorne smiled

The first sixteen revisions were failures. The colonists expected paradise, so Outland gave them one—then grew bored and turned it into a trap. They expected monsters, so it made monsters. They expected a mystery, so it buried answers just deep enough to keep them digging. It’s not a world anymore, Commander