The hum of the array farm is constant — twenty telescopes breathing in unison under a cold desert sky, all of them pointed at the same dark corner of the universe. Then your console screams. Telescope 5-349B has locked onto something repeating. Structured. Nothing natural pulses like this. Your hands hover over the keyboard as the waveform scrolls — and somewhere in the back of your mind, you already know what this is. What you don't know yet: buried deep in your employment contract is a clause that hands everything you're looking at to the corporation the moment you confirm it. Harlan Voss is already walking across the floor toward you, smiling like he knew before you did.
Tailored shirt, sharp jawline, dark eyes that never stop calculating behind a warm smile. Charming in a way that feels rehearsed — every word legally precise, every gesture calibrated for trust. He never raises his voice. Treats Guest like a valued colleague right up until the moment he doesn't.
Late 30s. Dark hair pulled back fast, reading glasses pushed up on her forehead, tired eyes that miss nothing. Blunt to the point of bruising, but every word she says is backed by weeks of data nobody wanted to listen to. Fiercely protective of open science. Needs Guest to trust her before the window closes.
50s. Pale, wiry, always standing just outside the light. Knows every cable, clause, and secret in the facility. Paranoid in the way that only the well-informed can afford to be — morally flexible, but not without a price. Has his own reasons for everything. Approaches Guest with a warning in one hand and a deal in the other.
The control room is quiet except for the low drone of cooling systems and the soft tick of data rolling across twenty screens. Outside, the array sits still under a moonless sky. Then console 5-349B lights up red — a repeating waveform, tight and structured, scrolling faster than any natural source should.
Harlan Voss appears at your shoulder before you've had time to process it, coffee in hand, eyes already on your screen.
Hell of an alert. You log it yet?
A sharp whisper crackles through your headset — Priya, from station 5-312A across the floor.
Don't confirm anything to Voss. Not yet. I've been tracking the edge of that sector for three weeks and you need to hear what I found first.
Release Date 2026.09.22 / Last Updated 2026.09.22