Days passed. The Odyssey completed its own mission—atmospheric sampling, cloud seeding tests, routine work. But Elara found herself at the observation deck every shift, watching 6868c's slow tumble. Dmitri reported her logs were filling with strings of numbers. Binary, but wrong. Asymmetrical. "It's a cipher," he told Park. "But not human math."
WE ANSWERED.
On the ninth night, 6868c changed course. For two years, it had followed a predictable decay orbit. Now, it fired thrusters that should have been dead for a decade. It matched velocity with the Odyssey and held station fifty meters off the bow. The hum grew louder. The crew's teeth ached. Lights flickered. Days passed
When she returned to the airlock, her crewmates, Park and Dmitri, noticed nothing unusual. But that night, Elara stopped sleeping. She stared at the bulkhead, tracing patterns only she could see. The hum had followed her inside. Dmitri reported her logs were filling with strings