"It wants to know if we are a pattern," the rover said, "or a mistake."
The amber dot on the map vanished. Not by moving off-grid, but because the grid itself seemed to swallow it. The console displayed a final, cryptic string of data: "It wants to know if we are a
The console pinged twice, then flatlined. "AMR 2, report," Captain Soren’s voice crackled through the static. " the rover said
"Captain," Aris whispered, pointing at the pressure reading. "It should have been crushed to a thimble two hundred meters ago. But look." then flatlined. "AMR 2
"Mission Control," she said quietly. "We have a first contact situation. And it’s already got one of our rovers."
"AMR 2, what question?" Soren asked.