10.16. 100. 244 ((hot)) Site

"Check the Array’s own logs for 10:16 UTC," she said. Leo’s face went pale. "That’s… now. The message arrived the same second we received it. No propagation delay. It didn’t come from space, Mira. It came through the Array—as if something used our own dish to talk to us."

"100," she whispered. "244."

It was 10:16 PM when the message appeared on the technician’s screen: 100. 244. 10.16. 100. 244

"Coordinates," she said. "And I think we just turned the lock." "Check the Array’s own logs for 10:16 UTC," she said

She looked at the numbers one last time. They weren't a message anymore. They were a key. 10.16. 100. 244

Mira pulled up the sequence on her own terminal: 10.16. 100. 244.