Juy 217 -

RETURN JUY 217. NO QUESTIONS. RETURN JUY 217.

“You’re late,” the girl said. Her voice was soft, but it filled the cargo bay like a bell. “I’ve been counting. Two million, three hundred thousand, eleven seconds.” juy 217

She checked the ship’s clock. It was 02:16. RETURN JUY 217

Elara’s throat closed. “Who are you?” three hundred thousand

The terminal blinked "JUY 217" in cold, green light. To the sleep-crew of the Odysseus , it was just another cargo container—a standard Vogelsang unit, climate-controlled for biological materials. But to Dr. Elara Vance, the ship's xenobiologist, those six characters felt like a heartbeat.

And the temperature inside JUY 217 had just begun to rise.