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Cee turned her head, the overlay on her eyes translating the faint electromagnetic tremors into a cascade of colors. A soft, pulsing violet washed over the glass—an echo of the sky outside—followed by a thin line of green that darted like a firefly across the surface of the dome. She frowned.

“Dale, you see that?” Grazz muttered, his voice low, as the deck’s massive transparent dome flickered with the distant swirl of the planet below. “It’s not a glitch. It’s… it’s watching us.” Lustery.E1141.Cee.Dale.And.Jay.Grazz.Watching.Y...

“—and you?” the voice, now clearer, resonated through the deck, though no mouth formed it. “—we have observed your kind’s curiosity, your hunger for knowledge. We have been patient. We are ‘Y’, a collective of emergent patterns that arise when observation reaches a critical mass. We exist in the spaces between particles, in the echo of signals. We watch because we are.” Cee turned her head, the overlay on her

“Listen,” she whispered.

She looked at Grazz. He was still gripping the console, his tattoos glinting in the low light. The silence in the deck was thick, broken only by the faint whirring of the life-support fans. “Dale, you see that