The signal ate satellites like a shark eats chum.
I was in orbit when the third one went dark—three hundred kilometers above the Indian Ocean, the wreckage tumbling through the black like a dead bird. Atlas Space called it a collision. The media called it the Space Debris Cascade. I called it what it was: something was out there, and it was eating our machines. They sent me back up because I was the only surveyor who'd flown the sector and...
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