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The terminal chimed again. The code changed. 1661381569nyus002:43:01 Max

The lights on the station flickered. Outside, the stars didn't look like points of light anymore. They looked like eyes. 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. The terminal chimed again

A single line of high-priority encryption flashed across the console: 1661381569nyus002:42:38 Min silent and cold. Then