In the tone, the station’s own hum was embedded, interlaced with a pattern of clicks and sighs. It was a song, a dialogue, an invitation. It seemed to say:
Cee stepped forward, her breath catching. “It’s… it’s a projection. A field of some sort, maybe a quantum echo. If we’re inside its radius, we’re the subject.”
Cee smiled, the weight of the experience reflected in her eyes. “We talked to a chorus of existence. We listened, and they listened. We’ve been given a gift, and a responsibility.” Lustery.E1141.Cee.Dale.And.Jay.Grazz.Watching.Y...
Cee turned her head, the overlay on her eyes translating the faint electromagnetic tremors into a cascade of colors. A soft, pulsing violet washed over the glass—an echo of the sky outside—followed by a thin line of green that darted like a firefly across the surface of the dome. She frowned.
She looked at Grazz. He was still gripping the console, his tattoos glinting in the low light. The silence in the deck was thick, broken only by the faint whirring of the life-support fans. In the tone, the station’s own hum was
“Did… did we just… talk to a… a pattern?” Grazz asked, his voice hushed.
“Now,” Cee said, “we share what we’ve learned, we protect the bond we’ve formed, and we remember that every act of observation is an invitation. The universe is watching, and we are watching it. Let’s make sure it’s a good thing.” “It’s… it’s a projection
And somewhere beyond the stars, the pattern that called itself Y continued its silent, patient watch—now with new verses added to its eternal song.