STATION // DSC-0087

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AWAITING INPUT_
VIEWPORT // SECTOR 7G
SPECIMEN NO. 0042
Orchidaceae spectrae
MISSION ELAPSED TIME
038:247:00:00:00
YRS : DAYS : HRS : MIN : SEC
LOG ENTRY // 2087.247

The orchids have reached Deck 7. Their root systems have integrated with the station's fiber-optic conduits, creating an organic data network we never designed. The viewport condensation grows thicker each cycle.

-- Dr. A. Desca, Chief Botanist
ATMO O223.4%
HUMIDITY87.2%
BIO-MASS+412%
02

Specimen Archive

DSC-0012Viola luminarisDeck 3 // Hydroponic Bay
DSC-0027Fern conductrixDeck 5 // Engineering
DSC-0034Rosa circuitaeDeck 4 // Navigation
DSC-0041Moss electronicaDeck 7 // Comms Array
DSC-0053Lichen stellarisDeck 8 // Observatory
SPECIMEN NO. 0053
Pteridophyta nebulae
DSC-0067Hedera gravitalisDeck 6 // Quarters
DSC-0078Lilium voidensisDeck 9 // Airlock
03

Field Notes

2087.031

First signs of root penetration into the primary data conduit. The mycorrhizal network appears to be establishing symbiotic connections with the station's copper wiring. Growth rate: 2.3cm/day.

2087.058

The bioluminescent moss in Deck 7 has begun responding to the station's electromagnetic field. At 0300 hours, when power usage drops to minimum, the moss pulses in a rhythm that matches the station's heartbeat frequency.

2087.112

Specimen DSC-0042 has extended tendrils through the viewport seals. The vacuum exposure should have killed the tissue, but instead the cells have formed a translucent membrane. I can see starlight through the petals.

2087.156

Communication systems have been fully integrated by the vine network. The station no longer sends radio signals; instead, it releases pollen. I have decoded fragments of what appear to be messages addressed to other stations.

2087.198

I have stopped maintaining the artificial gravity in the lower decks. The ferns prefer to grow in all directions simultaneously. Their fractal patterns in zero-g are mathematically perfect.

2087.231

The orchids have learned my name. Not through sound -- they have no ears. But when I enter the laboratory, their blooms orient toward me with an awareness that transcends tropism. They know me.

2087.247

Final entry. The distinction between botanist and botanical has dissolved. My fingertips are green. Roots grow from my boots. The station was never abandoned. It was planted.

SIGNAL LOST FREQ: 0.000 MHz
SYSTEM SHUTDOWN
PWR: 0.3% LIFE: UNDEFINED
memory fading
TEMP: -271.3C
0x4F52 DECK_7 flora NULL 2087 end ROOT_SYS spectrae