His consciousness surged through the gold-threaded fiber optics, down toward the cooling, dormant husk of the original Earth. He wasn't looking for cities; they were dust. He was looking for the .
Kael sat in the silence of the Void-Chamber. Most of his peers were busy merging their thoughts into the Collective Joy, a digital sea of endless euphoria. But Kael was obsessed with the . He spent his cycles piecing together corrupted files from the "Primitive Age"—the 21st century.
It wasn't a frequency. It was a date from the old calendar: December 24, 2028.
