5000AD, somewhere on the outer rim of the galaxy. A small scientific research vessel, on a routine exploration mission, has discovered the remains of an ancient civilisation. Scans of the planet show only primitive life forms, those that occur after a planet has suffered a global catastrophe. The atmosphere is dense with acidic clouds, and ash storms. Passing over a crumbling metropolis, a faint signal is picked up, the last flickers of life of a communications system. Landing near its strongest signal point, the crew busy themselves with establishing a link with a dead world. Days pass as they proceed through the slow process of deciphering languages and protocols. Eventually, they have a link established, and a reasonable certainty that they will be able to extract the data in a usable form. The captain and crew wait impatiently around a projection screen, waiting for contact. A buzz fills the air, and networks and cables slowly come to life after centuries of decay. A single blinking cursor emerges on to the screen, and then after a moments stillness, the screen slowly begins to fill up, with a single phrase, repeated over and over...
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