The cold was absolute. It didn’t just touch her skin—it entered her memories, her fears, her heartbeat. She saw the Phoenix’s past: a creature born in a vacuum-sealed lab, given a name (Ysandre), given a purpose (fly), and denied a single touch for ten millennia. She saw the F Project ’s true goal: to create a god that could endure the silence between stars, then be decommissioned like a broken thruster.
Lian caught it before it hit the ground. Falling with Ice Phoenix- -v1.00a- -F Project- yu...
“You’re not supposed to see me like this,” the Ice Phoenix said. Her voice was the sound of a frozen lake cracking underfoot. “Version 1.00a. The first true sapience. And I am failing.” Lian pulled herself out of the pod, her breath fogging. “The F Project… that was you? They told us you were a non-sentient cooling algorithm.” The cold was absolute
Curled in the maintenance shaft directly above her pod was a woman. No—not a woman. A being sculpted from frosted glass and pale fire. Her hair was a cascade of ice crystals that chimed softly with every shudder of the ship. Her eyes were the deep, endless blue of a glacial crevasse. And wrapped around her shoulders, merging with her spine, were wings. She saw the F Project ’s true goal:
Help me fall, or burn up alone.