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“…mission parameters are clear…” whispered one. “…Kaelen, you idiot, turn back…” hissed another, in his own voice. “…the probe never crashed…” droned a third, in the flat tone of his former commander.

Kaelen didn't hesitate. He raised the MSBD 008, set it to a wide-band cancellation frequency, and fired.

The Hum had stopped.

“MSBD 008 FEATURING THE ECHO CHAMBER.”

The drop pod hissed open, releasing a cloud of frigid air. The Chasm wasn't a chasm in the geological sense. It was a wound in reality, a scar left by a failed Faster-Than-Light drive test a century ago. A mile-wide tear in the earth where physics went to sulk. And from that tear, a perpetual, low-frequency hum droned on, a sound that felt like a grey toothache. Msbd 008 Featuring

The logbook entry was simple, almost boring.

The scream was not sound. It was pressure, light, and pure information. It slammed into Kaelen, bypassing his dampening suit entirely. He saw his own memories projected onto the inside of his skull: his childhood home, his first kill, his face in a mirror. All of them were instantly overwritten with the same looping phrase: “…mission parameters are clear…” whispered one

The voices returned, but now they were chanting. A thousand, ten thousand, a million voices, all speaking in perfect unison.