$EOS
**The Last Seed**
The last tree stood withered under EOS’s crimson sky. Kira clutched the final seed, her breath shallow. The drones had scoured the planet, leaving only dust.
"Plant it," her brother whispered, blood staining his lips.
She dug into the cracked earth, tears mixing with soil. The seed pulsed faintly—bioengineered hope.
As she collapsed, a green shoot pierced the ground. The drones circled, scanning. Then—unexpectedly—they retreated.
EOS exhaled. Somewhere, a forgotten protocol had awakened.
Above, the corporate satellites blinked, recalculating.
Life, against all odds, had been deemed *profitable.*
The forest would return—on someone else’s terms.
