A wonder working power in the precious...

...as they seem are not the results of mass stereo...

You may wish to adjust the dial.

You are currently tuned into the wrong station.

The Wrong Station. I'm At the time, I thought it was too easy.

After two years of searching, the coordinates we unearthed on Polyzina 7 had led us straight here. To a corner of the sector, millions of astronomical units from the nearest star. It floated against the void, a black sphere against the blackness. It's definitely artificial.

Ha, you'd know.

The drone's lights deepened to an angry red.

Bigot.

I ignored them, leaning back in my chair with a tablet.

Reams of data poured in from the sensors, a lifetime's worth of reading, and only a few seconds. I scrolled through, hoping for a

signal in the noise. There. The signature. Tensis, are you seeing this?

Moscovium. About 10 kilograms of it. What? I tossed aside the tablet and leaned close to the

view screen. It looked so plain. I'd expected more. It's an element, Kim. Rare?

Non-existent. There've been about a hundred atoms of Muscovium in human history. All of them were

created in particle accelerators and decayed in less than a second. But there's 10 kilograms of the

stuff in that rock down there, and there

has been for at least 100 million years. Fuck. Not how I put it, but yes, it's the same trace

element we found at the ruins. Does that mean this is it? We've finally found it? Tenses's lights

turned green, affirmative. Hot damn, we're going to be fucking rich. He leaned over the comms. Thisirmative. Hot damn! We're gonna be fucking rich!

He leaned over the comms.

This is Kim.

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