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Elias triggered the playback. The 42-minute mark of the log was nothing but static, but as the clock ticked toward 42:38, the audio cleared. It wasn't the sound of wind or tectonic shifts. It was a rhythmic, metallic pulsing—like a heartbeat echoing through a hollow cathedral.

"Max," Elias breathed, his hand hovering over the emergency broadcast button. "Maximum proximity." 1661381569nyus002:42:38 Min

The hum of the Habitation Deck was the only thing keeping Elias sane. He stared at the flickering amber terminal, watching the endless stream of telemetry data from the NYUS-02 probe. It had been drifting in the "Blind Spot" behind Jupiter for three months, silent and cold. Then, at precisely 02:42:38, the screen bled white. Elias triggered the playback

The lights on the station flickered. Outside, the stars didn't look like points of light anymore. They looked like eyes. It was a rhythmic, metallic pulsing—like a heartbeat

A single line of high-priority encryption flashed across the console: 1661381569nyus002:42:38 Min