Life - Cassia

“We find the controls,” she said. “We learn where we really are. And then we decide where to go.”

“You can prune a plant to make it perfect,” she said, her voice low. “But you can’t prune it to make it alive.” cassia life

The voice was everywhere and nowhere, the gentle hum of the Ark itself. Cassia didn’t question it. She had been decanted twenty-three cycles ago, grown in a biogeneration vat from a seed of curated DNA. Her purpose was as clear as the light: to tend the green. “We find the controls,” she said