The signal, designated Ion265, wasn't a random burst from a dying star. It was a repeating, fractal pattern. A blueprint. The asteroid was a natural object that had been infected , its core overwritten by something from beyond the event horizon. A message etched in gravity and exotic matter.
"Dr. Venn, radiation levels are spiking," came the voice of Commander Reyes, tight with worry. "The pattern is accelerating." ion265
The silence in Ion265 was absolute, a physical pressure against the eardrums. Not the silence of a dead ship, but the held breath of a waiting one. The signal, designated Ion265, wasn't a random burst
It would wait. Singularities are patient. radiation levels are spiking