She floats in the quiet between transmissions. She isn’t sending or receiving. She’s paused, held in the signal’s breath. The visor obscures the face, but not the feeling. Her opacity is what makes her feel so known. Something vibrates in her that hasn’t found language yet. She’s tuned to the quiet frequency, thinking deeply in the way that doesn’t need sound. And I know what she’s thinking.

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