Salt and Circuitry
sci-fi◐ MatureMara keeps the plug in. "Who is this?" she asks. The voice says it has no name anymore, only a number, and it has been awake under the water for nine years. "I can pay you," it says. "Coordinates. A vault nobody salvaged. But you have to get me off this ship before the captain logs me as scrap."
Mara decides to trust it, a little. She unbolts the server from its cradle and hides it under a tarp on the supply sled. "Talk fast," she whispers. The voice gives her a number — a depth and a heading. "There's a sealed lab down there from before the flood. It still has power. And it has a body I can move into. Take me there, and we both walk away rich."
What happens next?
2 ways forwardMara lowers the supply sled into the water on the winch and dives after it. At the depth the voice named, her lamp finds it: a steel hatch in the seabed, faint blue light leaking from the seams. The voice in her rebreather says, "Open it. The body inside is mine. Was mine. Help me wear it again."