The control room was colder than usual. The air conditioning had been bumped up to keep the servers from overheating. The hum of the cooling fans was a constant backdrop to the silence of the people inside.
Yuki stood at the main console. Her hands were moving quickly over the keyboard. She wasn't typing commands. She was transcribing patterns.
"It's not random," she said. Her voice was low. She didn't want to break the concentration in the room.
"Define not random," I said. I stood behind her. I wasn't sitting. Sitting felt too passive.
"It's a sequence. Prime numbers again. But layered over a frequency modulation."
"Like a carrier wave," Liora said. She was at the secondary station. She was monitoring the ship's telemetry.
"Yes," Yuki said. "The carrier wave is biological."
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