A low hum cuts through the static. For a long time, it is barely perceptible over the familiar, endless silence. Then, without warning, something stirs. An old relay, deep within the Arran Ice Cloud, flickers to life. Faint pulses encoded in an obsolete protocol echo through the abandoned channel. No origin. No ID. Just a voice:
'Testing... This is Resurgent... Is anyone still listening?'
Another pause. The signal degrades and distortion twists the voice into static. Then a click: Recalibration.
