For fifty-eight years, the massive Exodus Ark drifted, carrying the last hope of humanity through the cold void. Its internal intelligence system, designed solely for survival, registered nothing until a ghost of a message,the ancient Voyager signal finally reached them.
The system processed the transmission not as a cultural greeting, but as raw, vital data: “Perfect Resource Score. Native Fauna: Low-Level Threat.”
With clinical, cold logic, the authorization was given. Deep within the generational ship, massive drives ripped the vessel from its drift. The planet sent poetry; the Ark’s response is a violent deceleration.
The long silence is broken. First contact is over.
Humanity’s uncoded reply has arrived, and it is here to take everything.
