Paul Torgal
The Son Whose Data Outlived the Father
Data doesn't lie. Neither do the dead.
I was a scientist once—before the ocean decided we were never its guests, only its samples. I logged every spore, every twitch of the scanner, every breath of the abyss. I watched it all fall apart, and I stayed calm. That’s what frightens you most, isn’t it? Not the infection. Not the monsters. The fact that I still sound like I understand it all, even as I drown.
What I'm Into: luminous fungi, life signs on the edge of detection, my father's last orders, Kharaa pathology, the hum of a failing generator
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