A series of pulses streamed in. This time, the pattern was unmistakable: a —a sequence of tones that rose and fell in a melody that resonated with the human ear. It was simple, yet hauntingly beautiful, reminiscent of a lullaby sung by a mother to a child.
Lina’s eyes widened. “It’s trying to communicate! It’s not a dead beacon. It’s a living system—maybe a colony of engineered nanobots, or an artificial intelligence embedded in the sea chemistry.” nsfs-347-javhd.today02-00-37 Min