Preliminary Inspection -raw- -3d- Apr 2026

That’s when I realized: this wasn’t a preliminary inspection. It was a trap. And I was the specimen.

“Preliminary inspection of Sector 3D,” I muttered into the recorder. “Raw data feed only. No filters.” Preliminary Inspection -RAW- -3D-

The walls weren’t metal anymore. They looked like bone and resin, fused with melted circuitry. Someone—or something—had been remodeling. And the 3D scan on my wrist display kept glitching, showing rooms that shifted positions every time I blinked. That’s when I realized: this wasn’t a preliminary

The hatch groaned open. Not from age—from the pressure difference. My suit lights cut through the dark, revealing corridors that should not exist in this section of the ship. According to the blueprints, this was a storage bay. But the walls pulsed with a slow, organic rhythm, and the floor was warm beneath my boots. “Preliminary inspection of Sector 3D,” I muttered into

Then I saw the first inspection drone. Or what was left of it. Crushed into a sphere, floating in midair, slowly rotating. Its camera lens was still blinking red. Recording.