Pip had a system.
The system had kept her functional for three years across fourteen Arks and one near-death encounter with a fungal puppet that the official broadcast described as a harrowing close call and the unofficial memory described as four minutes of genuine, teeth-clenched terror she had never fully metabolized. The system was as follows: write the script first, before listening to the raw footage, so that the emotional architecture of what you wanted the story to be was already load-bearing before you had to sit with what it actually was.
She was not following the system today.
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