3. The Depository“How do you know my name? How did you know I'd be coming here?” She couldn't tell if the alien entity understood her, but the shattered planes of its form glinted in greys and greens in time to her words. Which she took to mean that it did.
“The long night must see a dawn.”
Great. Enigmatic utterances, just what she needed. Was it stalling while it summoned attackers? It must have known she was coming, though. She studied its incursion into her organic brain with the diagnostic mechanisms Ondo had embedded. It had touched areas of her prefrontal cortex with a gentle electromagnetic pattern-matching analysis. It had inflicted no discernible harm, but it could easily have acquired her public identity, her name, the Selene Ada she presented to the universe. Some sort of aut
