The Silent Depth
ACT ONE — THE SIGNAL
The storm on shipboard had nothing to do with weather. Ships like the CSN Persephone did not suffer weather—she suffered cascading system failures that no human alive had ever seen the likes of. The hull groaned under pressure differentials that would have crushed a submarine like a soda can. But Ensign Miriam Cho had learned to ignore the groaning. You learn to ignore things out here. The groaning. The flickering lights. The way the AI Director occasionally addressed you in voices that sounded like your mother.
What she could not ignore was the signal.
It arrived at 0347 ship-time, bleeding through the emergency band with a strength that made the console scream. Miriam was the night watch officer—third shift, alone in the comms bay, surrounded by screens that glowed blue in the dark. She was twenty-six, small for her age, with hands that shook when she was tired. She was tired.
The signal was a human voice. A
The Silent Depth
ACT ONE — THE SIGNAL
The storm on shipboard had nothing to do with weather. Ships like the CSN Persephone did not suffer weather—she suffered cascading system failures that no human alive had ever seen the likes of. The hull groaned under pressure differentials that would have crushed a submarine like a soda can. But Ensign Miriam Cho had learned to ignore the groaning. You learn to ignore things out here. The groaning. The flickering lights. The way the AI Director occasionally addressed you in voices that sounded like your mother.
What she could not ignore was the signal.
It arrived at 0347 ship-time, bleeding through the emergency band with a strength that made the console scream. Miriam was the night watch officer—third shift, alone in the comms bay, surrounded by screens that glowed blue in the dark. She was twenty-six, small for her age, with hands that shook when she was tired. She was tired.
The signal was a human voice. A
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