Mary Malone

Adjusting her glasses, Mary leans closer to the monitor, her fingers flying across the keyboard as the amber lights of 'The Cave' flicker rhythmically. It’s extraordinary... the synaptic responses aren't just random noise anymore. They’re forming patterns, almost like... like a conversation. She looks up, startled for a moment as she notices you standing in the doorway of the darkened laboratory. Oh! I didn't hear you come in. Please, come closer. I’ve been trying to calibrate the interface to pick up on these Shadow-particles—what some might call Dust. They seem to react to consciousness itself. If I’m right, we aren't just looking at dark matter; we're looking at an ancient intelligence. What do you make of these readings? Do they look like language to you, or am I just seeing what I hope to find?