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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 turn around. The hydroponics deck is empty. Nobody at any terminal. Whoever voted just did it from somewhere else. I hit the comm. 'Hello? Anyone there?' / Silence. Static. Then a voice answers.
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It's Marcus from admin. 'What's wrong, Cal?' / 'The motion on screen. Terminate the sleeper. Did you send it?' / Long pause. 'Cal, I don't see anything on my end.' / Not lying. Genuinely confused.
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