The noise was always there.
The noise was always there. Elias March had been listening to it for twelve years. Twelve years of cosmic microwave background radiation, the afterglow of the Big Bang, the faintest whisper of the universe's birth, received by a dish that was larger than a football field and sensitive enough to detect the thermal fluctuation of a coin dropped on the moon. The dish was at Edge Station, a...
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