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Quorum of Salt
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I've been scraping salt off the lettuce beds on Shift 749. Same task for nineteen years. My hands are white with it. Today I'm half asleep when the wall-screen flickers behind me. MOTION 4,114: TERMINATE THE SLEEPER IN BAY 9. A vote counter appears. 200. 201. 202. It climbs fast. I freeze. The ship doesn't have a Bay 9.
I don't move. Just watch the vote counter climb. 250. 275. 300. And something clicks. What if it's not someone else? What if the sleeper is me? / But first I need to know: what's Bay 9?
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I head to the lower decks. The corridors down here are quiet. Dark. My footsteps echo wrong. There. Between Bay 8 and 10, a door. It's old. The panel is dark. When I press my palm, something in the wall hums.
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