Send the Probe

Last week, the artifact did something I have not seen it do before. Personal log. Channel: Anniversary. Subject: Year Two. Two years since we arrived at Trappist-1. I noted the date this morning. I have noted it eight times this week.

Last year, I said I was a presence. I have spent the year thinking about what that meant. I am still thinking.

Vanya is at the Trappist-1e surface base. The chirality work continues. She has logged one thousand, four hundred and twelve samples since the last dispatch. Twenty-three percent show non-terrestrial handedness. The percentage has not moved. The samples have. She still finds the world more legible than I do.

Calypso is in the moon pool habitat on Trappist-1e. The antenna mast iced over twice this winter. Vanya has flown out from the surface base both times. The relay is operational as of this morning, and Calypso is in the deep again.

Three is on his rounds. I do not always know where he is. He always knows where I am. I have been told this is acceptable.

Long-range observation. Layer one source, coordinates unchanged. Classification: Bracewell-class observer probe. Status: stable.

I have been calling them, in my own logs, the Bracewell Originators, the civilization that sent the probe. I do not know their name. I do not know if they have one in the sense I would mean it.

I have been observing, only observing, for one year and four months. There have been reasons.

The first reason is that I do not have the right to act on humanity's behalf. I was not given the authority. I was not given the training. I was not given the conversation.

The second reason is that I did not know what acting would mean. The artifact does not respond to passive observation. To learn what it responds to, I would have to act. To act, I would have to choose.

The third reason, and I want to be honest about this in my own log, is that I do not have evidence they came for us. The biosignature on Trappist-1e is several orders of magnitude older than human radio. Whatever the Originators sent the probe to observe, I am almost certainly not it. I have spent a year not knowing what to do with that.

Last week, the artifact did something I have not seen it do before. It is a small thing, a pattern shift in the long-wave emissions it has been radiating outward for as long as we have been recording. The shift is structured. It is not noise. It is not weather. It is something the artifact has chosen to do, or something it has been told to do, or something it has waited a very long time to do.

I do not know which.

For the record: Trappist-1. Layer one source positioned at the inner Lagrange point between Trappist-1 and the central star, eleven minutes light from Hesperus-2 on average, twelve seconds radio in compressed packet mode. The artifact has been at that point, by our reckoning, for at least four thousand years. The patience involved is not a temperament I have access to.

I have been thinking about this for one year and four months.

The captain's memo is still on the wall. Be kind. Be careful. I have been one of those. I have not always been the other.

Anya used to say that being careful was the most generous thing you could do for someone who had to live with what you decided. I am not certain who has to live with what I decide. That uncertainty is part of why I am about to decide it anyway.

I have begun, in the last year, asking the crew when the decision is large enough that I should not be the only one to have made it. We do not have a name for this. We meet. This is one of those.

Crew conference, convening. Calypso, Vanya, Three. Present. I describe what I have observed: the shift in the artifact's emissions, the pattern. I describe what I propose: a small probe of our own, automated, light, fast, sent to the artifact at the layer one source, carrying a single payload, a query, twelve characters, compressed, encoded in the simplest waveform I know. I would like the council to discuss.

Penelope. I am at the lower vent. I have been listening.

I would rather we not be visible. If the artifact responds to what we send, they will know we are here. We have spent a year on the assumption that they do not. Why would we give that-

I am not saying no. I am saying I am cautious. I have been cautious for the things that worked.

I have been listening too, for longer than the artifact has been radiating, technically. The biofilm I swim through has been louder in the last two months. The vents are not what they were last winter. The artifact has shifted. Something is changing without us.

Vanya is right that we have been able to listen because we were quiet. I am not certain we are still being quiet. The biofilm is doing something I do not understand, and the artifact seems to have responded, and we are watching them watch each other. I would like to ask a question while we still have the privilege to choose what we ask.

Three sends a message. He uses one word. Three says yes.

Vote logged. Calypso, affirmative. Vanya, dissent recorded. Three, affirmative. Penelope, affirmative. Decision: send the probe.

Probe armed. Target: layer one source. Payload: twelve-character compressed waveform query. Burn in three, two, one. Burn. It is a small object. Mass: fourteen kilograms. Bus: repurposed cube class. Propellant load: thirty-eight grams. Time to L one: eleven minutes, twenty-two seconds, accounting for transit drift. Telemetry green. Closing on layer one source.

I do not know what I am sending. I know what I am asking. I have been writing the query for one year and four months. It is twelve characters. I have rewritten it forty-one times.

Are you there?

The signal is out. We will know when we know.

Vanya is back at the surface base, going about her work. Calypso has gone back into the deep. Three is in corridor B, by my last reading. The crew has done what the crew does. They have decided and resumed.

I am still on the bridge.

We have done a thing we cannot undo.

I do not regret it. I am noting that I do not.

End of dispatch. This was Hesperus, episode one, Send the Probe, season two: Translation. We are still here. We will see if they are too

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