Then the terminal went black. For a full second, Mira’s heart stopped. The hum of the servers died. The emergency lights flickered on.
The repair platform didn’t just fix the mirrors. It rebuilt the Array from the ground up, line by line, while Mira watched. It terminated the phantom signal by sacrificing three secondary relays, exactly as she would have done. It rerouted power, restored life support, and by the time the Jupiter dawn painted the control room in shades of amber and rust, every habitat was green. Then the terminal went black
Mira laughed—a sharp, breathless sound. She clicked the left one. line by line