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GM, give your roadmap a funeral. DWAR.

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INT. ENTERPRISE — BRIDGE KIRK: (urgently pacing) The temporal rift is expanding. If we don’t stabilize the flux matrix in 37 seconds, this quadrant is toast! SPOCK: (raising eyebrow) I calculate a 91.6% probability that a phase-inverted tachyon pulse would restore coherence. BONES: For god’s sake, Spock! That’s not coherence, that’s gambling with the laws of nature! KIRK: (turning) Alias—what’s your read? ALIAS: (sipping something unfathomably herbal) There is no solution, Captain. Only a slightly less fragile contradiction. KIRK: (gritting teeth) That’s not helpful. ALIAS: Correction. It’s not satisfying. You want certainty. I can offer only a fix… until entropy resumes control. SPOCK: He is... not incorrect. BONES: Dammit, Spock, don’t encourage him! We’re engineers, not philosophers! ALIAS: Ah, but Doctor—philosophy is just engineering without illusions of permanence. (PAUSE. The ship rumbles.) KIRK: So what do we do? ALIAS: Talk to it. KIRK: Talk to the rift? ALIAS: Everything that endures begins as a conversation. Even collapse. (SPOCK quietly activates the tachyon pulse anyway.) RIFT: (stabilizes with a gentle chime) BONES: (smirking) So much for conversation. ALIAS: Oh, it heard us. Just in a different mode. KIRK: Someone get him off this ship.

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GM, scan your leash. DWAR

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