Stargate Universe -

So they built the gates. Not to travel—they had no bodies to travel with—but to listen . Each gate was an ear, tuned to a different frequency of reality. They listened to the birth of galaxies and the death of black holes. They listened to the first proteins folding on wet worlds and the last cries of civilizations collapsing into entropy. They listened for sixty billion years.

And then one of them—just one, the youngest, the most curious—heard something that was not a sound. stargate universe

Mira leaned over his shoulder, her grey-streaked hair falling across her face. She watched the symbols cycle on the display: not the familiar forty-four chevrons of the Milky Way network, but a variant set—older, cruder, carved into obsidian rather than naquadah. So they built the gates

She was becoming a story. A thin one. A forgettable one. They listened to the birth of galaxies and

Then the Stargate activated without command.