As the sun began to set, casting long, orange shadows across his desk, Elias realized the 894 resources weren't just data points. They were breadcrumbs. Each one represented a day she had lived under a different name, a machine she had built, or a person she had saved.

He clicked the first link. It was a scanned manifest from a merchant marine vessel. Resource 1: The SS Aurora Logbook. There, in elegant, looping script, was her name. She hadn't been a passenger; she had been the engineer.

With a trembling hand, he hit play. Through the hiss of century-old static, a woman’s voice emerged—clear, defiant, and strangely young.