OUT FOR DELIVERY
PRIORITY TACHYON TRANSMISSION — INTERGALACTIC HEADQUARTERS
To: Galaxy Class Starship. Maintain strict radio silence. Do not reply.
Our astrophysicists finally understand the true cost of faster-than-light travel.
Every subspace jump compresses spacetime, sending high-frequency gravitational waves rippling across the galaxy.
To a Type-II predator civilization listening in the dark, our warp drives were flare guns in a quiet forest.
Sol is gone. Our terraformed colonies bought us precious time to build your ark,
but collapsing the Kepler-90 wormhole unleashed a massive Hawking-radiation and gamma-ray burst—
a relativistic lighthouse flare broadcasting our coordinates across the Orion Arm.
It is only a matter of time before every star system we ever visited is traced and swept clean.
So we are entrusting you with one final delivery.
In your cryo-bays sleep ten thousand souls, our biosphere vaults, our art, and the memory of Earth.
Keep your warp core permanently offline.
Coast on sub-light ion thrusters and cold Newtonian momentum, blending into the cosmic background radiation.
Drift silent and unseen between the stars until your spectrographs lock onto a quiet, unmapped yellow sun.
Do not signal known sectors. Do not use warp technology.
Rest easy in cryosleep, pilot. Your cargo is humanity's future.
Intergalactic Headquarters, signing off.
Take care of each other out there.
End of transmission. Do not respond.