“Colonist effort,” he
explains.
Before he can say anything else, a sudden
burst of static rips across the channel and I wince as I turn down
the volume. Then Dylan’s voice comes through, louder than before,
but I can still hear the static beneath his words like an animal
testing the length of its chain. “The message?” he says, and I nod
as if he can possibly see me. “Have you decoded it yet?”
Dixon reaches the transmit before I do. “Not
yet.” Releasing it, he mutters, “Anxious, ain’t he? Is he always
quick like that?”
I ignore him—he’s not getting another rise
out of me, I swear I won’t let him. When Dylan comes back across
the channel, the static threatens to drown him out. “There’s a part
that says something about S410, and correct me if I’m wrong but
isn’t that similar to the naming convention used on the Starseed
ships? I’m not sure—”
The rest of his transmission dissolves into
scratchy bursts and a high whine like feedback that pierces right