July 1969. The Eagle is dropping toward the Moon.

Four kilobytes of memory. And it starts screaming: Alarm 1201. Over and over.

// everyone calls it a bug  ·  it isn't

It isn't breaking. It's choosing.

Drop the radar data. Drop the housekeeping. Keep only the landing program.

Priority scheduling — the discipline of letting one thing matter.

At three hundred meters, your body begs you to stop.

You don't. You hold form. You empty the tank. You let the rest go.

Same math, different track.

One thing.

Find the one thing that cannot be dropped. Feed it everything. Let the rest wait.

That's how you survive the descent.