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The signal was a copy. A blueprint of his consciousness, floating on the carrier wave since before he was born. And it was almost complete.

“Why?” Elias whispered.

The lights in the observatory flickered. The air grew heavy, like the moment before a thunderstorm. Then, from the main speaker array, a voice emerged. It was his own, but smoother, older, unburdened by hesitation. ure 054

Elias looked at his trembling hands. The voice on the speaker sighed, a sound full of old grief. The signal was a copy

The readout on his monitor flickered: .