For eighty years, Pip meticulously pulled stubborn sprouts from the stone. But Pip had a secret "malfunction." Instead of incinerating the weeds, he moved them. In a forgotten corner of the lower docks, beneath a leaking steam pipe, Pip had built a sanctuary.
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The Engineer didn't scrap him. Instead, she knelt, touched a soft petal, and whispered, "I haven't seen the color green in a decade." The next day, Pip didn't have to hide. He was given a new Directive: