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Brushfire on Europa
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Priya recorded the pattern and ran it through her translator software. It chewed on the data for a full minute, then spat out three words on her screen: COLD. HUNGRY. CURIOUS. She swallowed hard and reached for the radio.
Priya radioed Theo. "It's curious, it's hungry, and it knows we're here." Together they melted a slab of their ration paste and lowered it down the bore hole as a gift. The glow swarmed it, pulsed warm and bright, then blinked a brand-new pattern: FRIEND.
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