Trapped as a consciousness fragment in the ship's AI, I watched Lilia prepare for her coronation. She had used a plasma blade to sever my tether, dropping my body into the Zerg swarm. Yet Carl, my commander, dismissed my SOS as storm interference. Now, he was pinning my Star Emblem onto her. To expose the unalterable black box audit before Lilia's forged data permanently overwrote the system, I had to force the AI into physical restoration mode. Triggering this would consume my remaining energy, ensuring my consciousness permanently self-destructs into scattered data dust. As the medal touched Lilia's collar, I initiated the sequence. The hearing room's holographic screens flickered, locking Carl out of the terminal. He stared at the override warning, completely unaware of the truth about to surface.