: The final casualty count of the station before the doors sealed forever.
For three generations, his people had lived in the dark, whispered legends of a sequence that could reboot the atmospheric scrubbers and bring the sky back to the surface. He found the prompt, blinking a steady, expectant green: ENTER COMMAND OVERRIDE . 930_a617a0f9_34363
Elias collapsed against the console, tears streaking his dusty face. Above him, for the first time in a century, the sensors recorded a drop in carbon levels. The world was waking up. : The final casualty count of the station