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He looked straight into the lens.

I was knee-deep in the graveyard shift at the Titan-Accelerator Array, a sprawling dish farm in the Atacama desert that listened for echoes of the Big Bang. My job was to weed out noise—satellite chirps, solar flares, a trucker’s CB radio bleeding through the ionosphere. Boring, precise work. Download-156.04 M-

He glanced over his shoulder at something off-screen—a flicker of blue light, cold and hungry. He looked straight into the lens