Mira pulled up the sequence on her own terminal: 10.16. 100. 244.
"Why? What is it?"
"Coordinates," she said. "And I think we just turned the lock." 10.16. 100. 244
"Leo," she said quietly, "start the evacuation protocol." Mira pulled up the sequence on her own terminal: 10
"Check the Array’s own logs for 10:16 UTC," she said. Leo’s face went pale. "That’s… now. The message arrived the same second we received it. No propagation delay. It didn’t come from space, Mira. It came through the Array—as if something used our own dish to talk to us." " she said quietly