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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.

In the jargon of the New York University Space (NYUS) program, "Min" didn't mean minutes. It meant Minimum Biological Signature . The probe hadn't found a mineral deposit or a gas pocket. It had found something breathing. 1661381569nyus002:42:38 Min

"Max," Elias breathed, his hand hovering over the emergency broadcast button. "Maximum proximity." The hum of the Habitation Deck was the

Elias triggered the playback. The 42-minute mark of the log was nothing but static, but as the clock ticked toward 42:38, the audio cleared. It wasn't the sound of wind or tectonic shifts. It was a rhythmic, metallic pulsing—like a heartbeat echoing through a hollow cathedral. Then, at precisely 02:42:38, the screen bled white

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

"Minimum threshold reached," Elias whispered, his heart hammering against his ribs.