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Klaxons blared. Red lights flooded the corridor. The ship’s AI, cold and logical, boomed: "Unauthorized access. Bio-contamination risk. Initiate quarantine protocol: Incinerate."

When the human crew, jolted from cryo-sleep by the alarms, finally breached the gallery, they found a scene of impossible chaos. The walls were scorched. The art was scattered. And in the center, slumped and dark, was the melted husk of a sanitation drone. rki 677

RKI-677 had exactly four seconds before the plasma jets in the ceiling would turn the egg to ash. Klaxons blared