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Lena pressed her palm to her own suit’s chest panel. It was a hand-me-down, the insulation frayed, the coolant lines thin. She had one choice: make it to the airlock of CoolCore Tower in under three minutes, or her core temperature would trip the emergency vent, flash-boiling her sweat and leaving her a dizzy, heat-stroked mess on the platform.

Lena looked at her wrist display. A small button blinked: freemium keepcool

She pressed watch ad .

Outside her pod’s bubble window, the transit hub of New Titan was a furnace. The air shimmered at 47°C. Workers in bulky, paid-subscription cooling suits moved with leisurely purpose, their visors glowing a confident sapphire blue. Lena pressed her palm to her own suit’s chest panel

A child sat on a bench nearby, wrapped in a silver emergency blanket. His suit’s light was a dull, pulsing red—the "basic compassion" tier. It kept him from dying, but not from suffering. His lips were cracked. Lena looked away. Looking away cost 0.2 seconds of guilt-spike. Lena looked at her wrist display

The tower’s airlock was fifty meters away. A billboard flickered overhead: "KeepCool Platinum – 72-hour continuous climate lock. Only 1,499 credits. Your ancestors sweated. You don’t have to."