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She pulled up the old crew recordings. Chen laughing. Oleg complaining about the coffee. Herself, younger by two years and a thousand lifetimes, saying “First humans on Mars. Can you believe it?” She closed the file. Nostalgia was a luxury for people who had a future.

Home. The word felt theoretical now, like a mathematical proof for a dimension she couldn't visualize. martian program persistent

A seismic thump. Not the usual groan of cooling metal or the rattle of a dust devil. This was deeper, a bass note that she felt in her molars. Eva scrambled to the observation blister, wiping condensation from the quartz glass. She pulled up the old crew recordings

> MARTIAN PROGRAM PERSISTENT

The war had not been quick. Eva remembered the feeds—fractured, panicked, then silent. Cities collapsing under fusion bombs. The atmosphere burning in patches. Then, nothing. For three hundred and forty days, nothing but static and this one, stubborn, automated heartbeat from a dead planet. Herself, younger by two years and a thousand

She was alone. The last Martian. And she was not going to die.