The technician shuddered again at the commander's words.
He raised his head and stared at the screen ahead with panic in his eyes, silently praying for the results of the next probe.
At the top of the screen was a countdown to the probe's arrival.
Ten days.
That meant he would have to spend ten long days in the shadow of death.
"You can go for now."
A flicker of impatience crossed the commander's face, whether because they had failed to locate Human Civilization or because of the "unexpected" situation with the Superluminal Communication Device.
"Within these ten days, I expect you to find solid evidence!"
A flash of delighted surprise appeared in the technician's eyes.
He nodded repeatedly, then stood and hurried toward the door.
Inside the Superluminal Communication Device's isolation chamber.
The technician's face was filled with bewilderment and confusion.
Ten whole days had passed.
As far as he could tell, there was still nothing wrong with the Superluminal Communication Device!
Not only that, he had brought in a whole group of his colleagues.
But none of them could find the problem.
The technician sat on the cold floor, feeling the faint pull of the artificial gravity system, his eyes filled with profound despair.
He turned his head to check the time.
It was almost time.
He still had not found the supposed evidence.
If there were no enemy ships near the signal source...
With a bitter expression, he stood, disconnected the maintenance terminal, and staggered toward the isolation chamber's door.
Under the commander's orders, he now had to go to the command center to face his final "judgment."
The moment he stepped out of the isolation chamber.
A piercing alarm rang through the flagship!
Far from frightening him, that shrill sound had the opposite effect!
Instead.