Kordon sat down in his chair and swung around to his console. Pushing in a series of passwords, he accessed the files Mohan sent him. Within seconds, he heard the soft, lilting voice in the message. A shiver went down his spine as her voice seemed to touch something deep inside him. He ordered the program to restart and increase volume. Sitting back, he closed his eyes, trying to imagine the face behind the voice.
“This is Gracie’s Touch reaching out to anyone who can hear this. I am currently stranded on an unknown planet or moon. If you can understand this, please respond. I repeat… this is Gracie reaching out to touch any friendly ship who could offer assistance. If you receive this message and can respond, I need assistance.”
The voice was soft, hesitant at first, but gained in stren
