“The signal from the Cartwheel Galaxy. It wasn’t a map. It wasn’t a beacon. Dr. Aris was wrong. We were all wrong.” A bitter, hollow laugh. “It was a trap. But not for us. We’re just… the delivery system.”
Maisie’s face goes pale, utterly still. Her eyes widen. She looks from the cabin door to the tiny escape pod hatch on the opposite wall. SS Maisie Video 07 txt
A soft, persistent hum of the ship’s life support. Then, a sharp, nervous intake of breath. “The signal from the Cartwheel Galaxy