"Leo," she said quietly, "start the evacuation protocol."
"Coordinates," she said. "And I think we just turned the lock." 10.16. 100. 244
Dr. Mira Vasquez had seen plenty of strange data in her fifteen years at the Array—a sprawling deep-space listening post buried in the Atacama Desert. But this was different. The numbers weren't random noise. They were precise. Encoded. "Leo," she said quietly, "start the evacuation protocol
She looked at the numbers one last time. They weren't a message anymore. They were a key. " she said quietly