The final page of the PDF was not a diagram. It was a single line of text in that shifting gold script. His neural interface, after a long delay, translated it:
Salvation came not as a rescue beacon, but as a file transfer. A deep-system scan revealed a single uncorrupted document buried in the ship’s maintenance archive. The filename was utilitarian, cold: Datacon 2200 Evo Manual Pdf
The manual wasn't for making machine parts. It was a recipe for making matter obey thought. The final page of the PDF was not a diagram