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I stood alone under the Arctic sky, watching the auroras dance brighter than ever before. The colors pulsed in patterns too precise to be natural, and my instruments confirmed it, something was transmitting through the lights.

With shaking hands, I sent a drone beneath the ice, uncovering an ancient machine buried deep in the ocean floor. It was amplifying the auroras, sending a message into space. But the energy surge was destabilizing Earth’s magnetic field.

I had no choice. I sent an EMP to shut it down. The sky exploded in color, then went dark.

Moments later, the auroras returned, gentle, natural, but different. Someone, somewhere, had heard us. And I knew they would reply ツ