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"The signal says otherwise," Elara countered, her fingers flying across the keys. "It’s a localized broadcast. Low frequency, encrypted with an algorithm we haven't seen in three centuries."

"Commander Kael," Elara called out, her voice echoing in the bridge. "We have a hit. It’s coming from the dead zone in the Perseus Arm." "The signal says otherwise," Elara countered, her fingers

Captain Elara Vance stared at the flickering holographic display of the Aether Voyager . In the vast, silent void of deep space, a single string of characters pulsated on her console: . It wasn't a standard distress beacon, nor was it the rhythmic humming of a pulsar. It was precise, intentional, and unmistakably artificial. "The signal says otherwise

"No," Elara said, her eyes widening as the decryption finished. "It’s a seed." " Elara countered