The rising terrace dropped a woman into Socket Six's view.
She hung from the upper irrigation gate by one arm while soil poured around her boots. A short hooked knife stayed between her teeth. The crop wall climbed behind her, exposing another strip of wet white tissue beneath the roots.
She found the service shelf with one foot and pulled herself onto it.
"Cup," she said through the socket translator. "Show cup."
Farah kept the turning knot under its clear dry cover. She moved one camera, not the board.
The woman saw the three lobes and shut her eyes once.
"Alive. Return it to Upper Gate."
Rina asked her name.
"Dera Koss. North scar technician until my shift ends. Shift has not ended."
A name and a job gave no current body proof by themselves.
Rina asked Dera to take the knife from her mouth, cut one hanging grain root, and place the blade under her left boot. Dera spat the knife into her hand and refused the root.
"That row belongs to House Nine."
