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Thorne felt a chill. Relative Zero meant the message had been traveling since before he was born. He began to manually parse the string, treating each character like a lock tumbler. : The header for a "Hard-Signal" transmission.

Thorne looked out the viewport at the swirling gases of the nebula ahead. The code was no longer just a string of letters and numbers; it was a warning. And according to the sensors, they were exactly where the "p60" said they should be. hs7p60hcuwtn

The terminal flickered with a rhythmic, pale blue pulse, casting long shadows across the deck of the Aethelgard . On the screen, twelve characters sat in cold, stark silence: . Thorne felt a chill