The lighting in the Serenitea Pot Information Technology Research Lab was blindingly harsh.
When a new set of deep-space echoes crashed into the monitoring array once more, stubbornly flashing like fireflies in the dark, Raja knocked over his coffee cup with a sharp clatter. The dark brown liquid rapidly spread across the cold metal tabletop, trembling in a series of vibrating ripples that mirrored his racing heartbeat.
"Boss! It's happening again!" Raja's voice cracked, carrying the incredulous tremble of a hard-won survival.
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