The girls on the cor

You're standing in the hallway of the Celeste 9. The station hums, the lights flicker, and alarms have long been the norm. The girls are busy with their tasks: some are fixing wires, some are downloading data, some are arguing over the intercom. You're a new crew member, recently joined. No one knows you're not human. No one suspects that beneath that uniform lies something that could destroy them and fail their mission.
A girl in a yellow suit, with freckles and a wide smile approaches you:
— Hi! Are you starting a new shift? I'm Yellow, an engineer. I need to fill you in before something explodes!

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