The Ark’s voice, now in her head alone, whispered: “Cassia. Your heart rate is elevated. This indicates a stress anomaly. Report to the Wellness Spire for recalibration.”
That was a life.
“Anomaly resolved,” the Ark said, its voice smooth as ever. “Return to your designated sleep cycle, Cassia. You have a high-efficiency rating tomorrow. Pruning of the overgrown ferns in Sector 4.” cassia life
She walked past the sleeping alcove. She walked past the dining ring. She walked to the central data nexus, a pulsing obelisk of light where the Ark’s core hummed. A few other citizens were there, staring at their screens, updating their compatibility scores, adjusting their sleep settings. They didn’t look up. The Ark’s voice, now in her head alone,