She found coreships that had been reduced to airless hulks, their hailing systems still firing out fading requests for help long after their crews had turned to dust. Before very long it became clear she'd stumbled across the remnants of Trader's own expedition from long ago. She drove her starship forward until the Milky Way slowly revealed its shape astern, the Core now a brilliant bar of light wreathed in black smoke.ДЄs time passed, she picked up the signals of ancient emergency beacons, still active after more than a hundred and fifty thousand years. More stray transmissions drew her towards a halo cluster a thousand light-years above the galaxy's ecliptic plane. When her ship finally emerged from the cluster, she came across dozens of shattered Atn clade-worlds orbiting far out on the edges of much more ancient systems. She followed the transmissions back to their point of origin, passing through a dense cloud of cosmic dust filled with stars so young that their planets had barely formed. A less sophisticated vessel than her Magi starship might never have been able to distinguish the signals from random noise.

The signals utilized compression techniques of dazzling sophistication in order to cram the maximum amount of information into the smallest possible packet burst. РџРѕРґСЂРѕР±РЅР°СЏ РёРЅС„РѕСЂРјР°С†РёСЏ РґР»СЏ РѕР·РЅР°РєРѕРјР»РµРЅРёСЏ РїРѕ С‚РµРєСѓС‰РµРјСѓ Р·Р°РїСЂРѕСЃСѓ РїСЂРµРґСЃС‚Р°РІР»РµРЅР° РЅРёР¶Рµ:Д¬onsortium Standard Year 2544 Seventeen thousand light-years from home, drifting through an unmapped star cluster on the edge of the Core, Dakota Merrick finally stumbled across the first faint signals that betrayed the Maker's whereabouts.

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