The Echo of Silence
Dr. Aris Thorne worked alone at the Deep Space Listening Post 42. The silence of space was usually suffocating, pressing in on the station's hull. His only company was the constant hum of the servers and the blue glow of the holographic displays that floated in the center of the room. He spent his days monitoring the complex algorithm that scanned the cosmic background radiation for anomalies.
One night, the alarms blared, shattering the quiet. A signal. It wasn't random static or the background noise of a dying star. It was a structured transmission. Aris's heart raced as he analyzed the data streaming across his screens. It was a sequence of prime numbers. It was a mathematical dialect that could only mean one thing: intelligence.
He traced the signal's origin with trembling hands. It came from the Void Sector, a region of space long thought to be completely empty. The message decoded slowly, character by character. It wasn't a complex equation or a star map. It was a single word in an ancient Earth language: "Veni." I have come.