An hour later Jenna finally accepted that she wasn’t going to get a response. There hadn’t even been a flicker in the repeating signal from the object. Either her signal hadn’t been received at all or it had been received and discarded.
Or maybe something was thinking over a response, she tried to tell herself. She wasn’t convinced. There were no life signs on the object. Any remaining intelligence would come from automated systems, and she couldn’t imagine any of those taking a fraction of the elapsed time to reply.
So what was her next move? She gave it a lot of thought, even grabbing some food to eat on the bridge, before accepting what she’d already decided deep down. It was time to travel to the object.
Not her. Not yet. But the shuttle. She could send it over empty, cont
