10.16. 100. 244 -

"Leo," she said quietly, "start the evacuation protocol."

No sender. No subject. Just those three numbers, separated by an odd, deliberate rhythm. 10.16. 100. 244

The ground hummed. Not from generators. From below. "Leo," she said quietly, "start the evacuation protocol

She looked at the numbers one last time. They weren't a message anymore. They were a key. " she said quietly

"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."

"Why? What is it?"