The workshop lights were bright when I arrived at dawn.
Yuki was already at the console. She had not slept. Her hair was tied back loosely. Her eyes were focused on the scrolling data streams.
Ash was asleep on the bench. His head rested on his folded arms. Liora was awake. She was typing quietly.
"The sequence repeated three times during the night," Liora said without looking up.
"Any variation?" I asked.
"None. It is static."
"Like a beacon?"
"Or a marker."
Yuki turned from the console. She handed me a mug of coffee.
"We isolated the prime number cluster," she said.
"And?"
"It is not just a signature. It is a coordinate."
I took the mug. The warmth seeped into my hands.
"A coordinate for what?"
"For us."
I looked at the screen. The code had been translated into a map proje
