H.P.S. Primary Computer Lab

Chen is still there. Still listening. And she just broadcast on all frequencies:

“I’m the one who writes things down,” I replied. “This is the last page. Make sure someone reads it.” Timestamp: 09:17 GST

Then we turned toward the dwarf planet. And the signal. Timestamp: 11:03 GST

I was alone.

First casualty: not a person. The external comms array. A secondary shard from the asteroid strike must have clipped the dish hours ago; it finally sheared off completely during the night cycle.

Now it was our turn. We argued for twelve hours. No food. No sleep. Just the amber glow and the skeleton’s silent witness.

The chamber at the bottom was a sphere, maybe fifty meters across. In the center: a pedestal. On the pedestal: a crystal, glowing soft amber.

I promised. Day 10: Sanjay built a telescope from spare lenses and a targeting array. He pointed it at the dwarf planet. Icy. Airless. Dead. But it has resources — water ice, silicates. If we could reach it, we might build a signal booster. Might.

In the end, we drew lots. Shortest straw stays.