Aris stared at the Seagate. It was no longer a relic. It was a lighthouse. And somewhere out in the deep, dark ocean of space, something had just seen the light.

More data streamed. Coordinates. A countdown. A schematic of something vast and triangular, buried in the lunar regolith. The drive’s platters spun faster, the metal whine rising to a fever pitch.

The drive’s clicking changed pitch. It became a fast, rhythmic chatter—not a hardware fault, but transmission .

And the countdown had begun.