But as she turned away, her console flickered. A single line of data scrolled past, too fast for anyone but a physicist to catch.
“C… L… I… N… T.” She typed it out. Then, on a hunch, she dropped the C. L-I-N-T. Lint? No. She added the missing letter from the designation. V.24-6. The 6. Six letters. C-L-I-N-T-? No, the 6 was the version.
“Control, I’m reading a harmonic surge in Emitter Seven,” said Captain Eva Rostova, her face lit by the cold blue glow of her console aboard the Odysseus . She was the mission’s physicist, the only one who truly understood Thorne’s equations. “It’s… echoing.”
“Define echoing,” Commander Wei replied from Houston.
But as she turned away, her console flickered. A single line of data scrolled past, too fast for anyone but a physicist to catch.
“C… L… I… N… T.” She typed it out. Then, on a hunch, she dropped the C. L-I-N-T. Lint? No. She added the missing letter from the designation. V.24-6. The 6. Six letters. C-L-I-N-T-? No, the 6 was the version.
“Control, I’m reading a harmonic surge in Emitter Seven,” said Captain Eva Rostova, her face lit by the cold blue glow of her console aboard the Odysseus . She was the mission’s physicist, the only one who truly understood Thorne’s equations. “It’s… echoing.”
“Define echoing,” Commander Wei replied from Houston.
