She reached for the terminal and began the process of sending the data to the bio-printers in the Arctic Vault. The "seed" had finally found soil.
Elara looked out her window at the gray, metallic skyline of New Berlin. She looked back at the file. wasn't just a number; it was a frequency. 01791.7z
The text document read: “For whoever is left to hear the wind.” She reached for the terminal and began the