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"I am Crstn," he said, his voice a flat, synthesized monotone.

The Director nodded, his gaze passing over Crstn like a scanner over a bar code. "Good. Decommission to storage bay. Next mission in 0600." "I am Crstn," he said, his voice a

In the Director's office, a single red light began to blink. "I am Crstn

"They send you, don't they, boy?" she whispered, her voice crackling like dry leaves. "The one with no name." " he said

She pressed the device against his chest plate. It wasn't an EMP or a weapon. It was a memory shunt. A cascade of data flooded his neural core—not new instructions, but old ones. Archived. Deleted. Buried.

He wasn't Crstn anymore.