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It would wait. Singularities are patient.

Dr. Elara Venn floated in the central nexus, her tether to the research vessel Odyssey a thin, silver filament against the abyss. Below her, the asteroid wasn't rock. It was a skeleton. A lattice of carbon-silicon alloy, woven with filaments that pulsed a faint, sickly violet. Three years they'd tracked the signal. Three years of denying what it meant. ion265

Elara smiled. "Because you asked nicely. And because we're not ready for your answer. We haven't even learned to ask the right questions yet." It would wait

"Dr. Venn, radiation levels are spiking," came the voice of Commander Reyes, tight with worry. "The pattern is accelerating." radiation levels are spiking