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She leaned forward, heart hammering against her ribcage. “Welcome back,” she whispered, though the algae could not hear her. It didn’t need to. The signal was encoded in the light itself—an ancient language of wavelengths that spoke directly to the biology of the seed. The next ninety minutes were a blur of data streams and frantic calculations. Sensors measured photosynthetic efficiency, oxygen output, and the subtle shift in the station’s ambient temperature. The numbers rose, then surged, then steadied.

“Deploy secondary containment,” she shouted. The pod’s outer shell, a lattice of graphene and titanium, extended a protective shield around the algae, absorbing the brunt of the radiation. The glow dimmed, then steadied. The algae’s chlorophyll flickered, but did not die. WAAA-412 Rima Arai-un01-55-19 Min

“ Min ,” she murmured, recalling the shorthand for minimum viable humanity . “We’ve taken the first step.” She leaned forward, heart hammering against her ribcage

Rima’s hands flew to the manual overrides. The station’s outer hull was bathed in a burst of solar flare—an unpredictable tempest of charged particles that could fry the delicate algae in an instant. She had to act quickly, or the whole experiment would be lost. The signal was encoded in the light itself—an