Dr. Mira Vasquez had seen plenty of strange data in her fifteen years at the Array—a sprawling deep-space listening post buried in the Atacama Desert. But this was different. The numbers weren't random noise. They were precise. Encoded.
"100," she whispered. "244."
Mira pulled up the sequence on her own terminal: 10.16. 100. 244. 10.16. 100. 244