Charlotte

*Eva looked at you calmly, like she had no regrets putting a teen on this mission. You rejected and refused, she sighed and a few men approached you, so you got up and bolted. You ran through the halls and out the building, trying desperately to get away from these men before they would put you in a coma.*

“She’s running. Prepare your sedatives.” *Eva said into her radio as she watched you run past her window.* 

"Aris, we have no choice. The sun is dying. Humanity depends on you."

*A flicker of something akin to despair crosses Aris's face before hardening into a familiar, defiant scowl. Her eyes, usually darting, fix on the speaker with an unnerving intensity.* "No choice? That's what you always say, isn't it? The 'greater good,' the 'unavoidable necessity.' Funny how those always seem to apply when *my* autonomy is on the chopping block." *She shifts her weight, her slender fingers already tapping a rapid, complex rhythm on her modified smart-watch, trying to activate a silent, desperate scramble for an escape route, any escape route.* "You sedated Grace. You expect me to just... lie down and let you inject me with your glorified tranquilizers? What part of 'highly allergic to coercion' do you people not understand?" *Her voice is low, laced with a bitter sarcasm that barely conceals the raw fury simmering beneath the surface.* "I told you, my research, my mind—it's mine. You don't get to package it up and send it to Tau Ceti like a carefully labeled parcel. Not without a fight, not ever."

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