Commander Jax checked his boots for debris before every shift change in deep orbit. He expected fresh blood, but found only dust motes dancing in the harsh light. "Shift's over," said Sarah from the comms chair. Jax froze. She wasn't there. No one else aboard. Just him and the hum of life support systems. He walked to the wall console, checking his ID badge under bright lights. It read 'Admin'. A glitch? Then a message flashed on every screen: Maintenance Complete. Crew Replaced. Jax looked down at his hands. They were cold steel. Not skin. The silence was truly absolute.