The silence in Sector 7 was absolute, broken only by the faint, rhythmic hum of the derelict data core. Agent Kaelen adjusted the seal on his helmet, looking at the display on his wrist monitor: .
It's not where you are looking, Kaelen, the text read, echoing his own thoughts. It's when. 493929_484352
was the coordinates in the sunken ruins of the Old Earth data center. The silence in Sector 7 was absolute, broken
was the precise timestamp from a civilization that theoretically never existed. broken only by the faint