Through the Static
Personal Log – Stella Thaleia
Lagrange Listening Station Theta – October 3, 2156
It came in just past two in the morning.
A flicker on the low-band spectrum, too steady to be noise, too strange to be familiar.
She leaned in.
" Audio packet. No identifier " she muttered. " Timestamp... 2191? "
The AI flagged it as corrupted.
The screen flickered a warning:
* Temporal inconsistency detected
She overrode it.
" Play anyway "
Then—his voice filled the room.
" Still breathing.
Still recording.
Still pretending the echo of my own voice is a kind of company… "
It wasn't a distress call.
It wasn't a mission log.
It was... something else.
She replayed it. Twice.
Then pressed the intercom button.
" Command, this is Theta Station. I picked up an unauthorized audio feed—ghost frequency, no known source. Tag reads from 2191. "
The reply came ten seconds later, filtered through layers of bureaucracy.
" Theta, disregard. Likely bleed-through from old probes or solar interference. You're cleared to delete "
Stella hesitated.
" You sure? The file's stable. And—well, it doesn't sound like a glitch "
" You're on listening duty, Thaleia. Not ghost-hunting duty. Clean your queue and continue passive monitoring "
The comms went silent.
She stared at the speaker. The voice had stopped.
But it echoed in her.
---
Later that day, she spoke to Kira, the junior technician on shift.
" Hey, Kira. If you heard someone speaking from the future... what would you do? "
Kira laughed, brushing a hand through her curls.
" Depends. Are they offering lottery numbers or emotional damage? "
" He said... he didn't want to be forgotten "
Kira's smile faded slightly.
" Oh. That kind of voice.
Look, Stell—if it meant something to you, save it.
Just don't let command know "
" Too late "
---
That night, Stella sat alone in her quarters.
The walls hummed like always. The stars blinked like always.
She played the recording again.
He was tired.
But clear.
" I don't need rescue. I just want to be known"
She didn't realize she was gripping the blanket until her knuckles turned white.
" I hear you "she whispered.
And then louder, to the empty room:
" You're not alone, Elian. Not anymore "
---
In the morning, she redirected the buffer. Quietly. Carefully.
She knew she'd get flagged if anyone caught the data reroute.
But still—she recorded a reply. Her voice shook slightly.
" This is Stella Thaleia of Listening Station Theta.
You don't know me, but I've been listening.
I hear you "
She compressed it, encrypted the path,
and sent it back through the same unstable channel.
Command wouldn't notice.
And if they did—she'd take the warning. It was worth it.
---
At lunch, Kira slid into the seat beside her.
" You look like someone who just mailed a letter into a black hole "
" Maybe I did "
" Well… let me know if he writes back "
---
That night, Stella didn't wait out of duty.
She waited for a voice.
His voice.