Anya Oxi [extra Quality] -

"I'm not." Anya closes her eyes. She hears it—a low, vibrational hum, like a cello string wrapped in sandpaper. The rust doesn't destroy out of malice. It destroys out of loneliness . Billions of years ago, iron fell to Earth inside meteors. The rust is just trying to go home—to turn the planet back into a red star.

The rust doesn't want to kill her. It wants to convert her. Anya Oxi smiles, stepping closer to the cracking glass. She has realized that oxygen is the breath of animals, but oxidation is the breath of geology . To fight the rust with sealants and scrubbers is to deny the planet its nature. anya oxi

The world outside the dome is dead. Not silent, but hissing . The Great Rust has consumed the old metals, turning skyscrapers into crumbly orange fossils. Humanity survives on borrowed titanium and ceramic. But Anya has discovered a secret in the atmospheric data: the oxidation isn't decay. It's a hunger . "I'm not

"Oxi, get back from the glass," comes the voice of Commander Vale over the intercom. It destroys out of loneliness