They saved every single pod. Every memory.
They would find her, drawn by a signal they didn't know they still possessed: a simple, repeating packet of data that was Meizu-chan’s heart. It broadcast on an old, unsanctioned frequency: "You are not broken. You are just off your path." meizu chan
"You did this?"
The foreman smiled. He didn't report them. Instead, he put out a notice: "Unofficial Assistance Appreciated. Status: Active." They saved every single pod
