We decoded the last transmission from L7 at 3am ship-time. It wasn't a distress call. It was a lullaby — sung in a language we'd never heard, aimed at something sleeping in the void between satellites. We stopped broadcasting after that.
We decoded the last transmission from L7 at 3am ship-time. It wasn't a distress call. It was a lullaby — sung in a language we'd never heard, aimed at something sleeping in the void between satellites. We stopped broadcasting after that.