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invasive. I only wish to better understand you.>
    Clothed in a black suit, the woman seemed especially fit and toned. Her skin was a deep bronze, but on her naked hands and face, Julian could see the techno-organic implants. Like golden tattoos, they veined across her body, from her cheeks down to her neck.
    So different, he thought, the cryptic patterns glittering on her skin.
    To this, the woman couldn’t resist but answer back.
     she replied.
    The woman was reading his mind even now, and not in the least perturbed.
     
    Julian felt his ribs and his forehead, noticing the bandages were gone, healed skin in their place. He then looked at the figure before him, and saw her face more clearly now.
    Twenty five. Twenty three. Julian couldn’t place her age, but the woman had clearly been the product of what he knew to be centuries of genetic and bio-cybernetic augmentation. He noticed the irises to her eyes, each one a crystal purple that cast an almost menacing glance at him.
    It was all unnatural, but built for perfection.
    
    “No, no. It’s just been a while… since I’ve seen a New Terran.”
    The woman knew Julian had suffered through a great deal of trauma. She felt his fear, worry and guilt.
    “Where is Nalia? The woman I was with?” he asked, rising to his feet. “Can I see her?”
    
    The woman wanted to calm him, fearing his mental state.
    
    Julian didn't care to answer. 
    “She’s okay, right?” he asked. “Nalia. She was hurt bad. The burns…”
    
    The woman smiled again, trying to alleviate his worry. Julian only scowled, his eyes shutting, the fatigue overwhelming his mind.
    < You and your comrade are the only survivors I found following the battle. My ship located your escape pod.>
    Julian simply nodded in silence, as if he already knew that information. She could see that he only wanted to be alone.
    
    She then walked away, heading toward a pale blue wall. Julian sat up, wondering where she was going.
    “What about Haven? My home? Is everything…”
    The woman stopped in mid-step, and then faced the wall ahead. A small hole, the size of a door handle, had abruptly opened in front of her. Then it enlarged into an elliptical doorway large enough to fit a person. It was like the wall had turned into some sort of putty, molding into whatever shape it wanted. Julian wiped his eyes.
    
    She then left, passing through the materialized doorway. Now gone, the opening shrank back into an opaque surface, the wall turning solid once more.
     

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    The two walked through the hallway of the starship, an experience Julian felt akin to being on an alien world. It was unlike a standard SpaceCore cruiser, where everything was designed to be functional, and hardened for war. Here all the walls seemed to be made of porcelain, giving the surroundings an inherent beauty to them. He traced his hand across the surface, expecting it to feel cold, but was greeted by a warmth — like that of the hide of an animal. If he wasn’t mistaken he could feel the material breathing, expanding and contracting. He saw no electric lights hanging from the ceiling, and could only guess that it was the walls themselves illuminating the way.
    It was hard to believe, but the ship was largely alive. To live in the belly of a beast, Julian thought, the framework architecture not constructed, but