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For decades, humanity listened to the universe, utterly convinced that if anyone was out there, they would communicate using something sensible and dependable; mathematics, perhaps, or a neatly modulated beam of light. Something elegant. Unmistakable. Impossible to misinterpret. We were wrong. It was a fundamental miscalculation, like expecting the universe to use metric when it clearly preferred something closer to the imperial system, only with fewer ounces and considerably more philosophy. When the signal finally arrived, it wasn't a warning, a greeting, or even an itemized bill for galactic utilities. It was something far stranger. More orchestrated. Less like a data transmission and more like a composition... layered, deliberate, and unsettling beautiful. As researchers, governments, and institutions, the usual crowd that appears when something interesting happens, scrambled to decode it, a quieter and far more inconvenient truth surfaced: the universe wasn't waiting for our technology to mature. It was waiting for our understanding to deepen. A classic administrative mix-up, just on a cosmic scale. At the center of this unfolding bureaucratic nightmare are three unlikely guides. Mallory Chenney, a brilliant and unflinchingly human scientist, stands at the uneasy crossroads of discovery and doubt, where every answer stubbornly breeds a better question. Beside her is Julian Vega, her intellectual equal and collaborator, navigating the fragile boundary between reason and belief with the hard-won knowledge that certainty is comforting, but rarely correct. And then there is Eleanor. An artificial intelligence not built to conquer problems, but nurtured by a sentient species to recognize minds. She does not think as humans do. She listens differently, which, given the circumstances, matters a great deal. Through Eleanor, it becomes clear that intelligence, human or otherwise, is not defined by speed, logic, or data alone, but by curiosity, empat