The Interstellar Package Sorter
Lin Wei worked the sorting line at Sirius Transfer Station for four years. Her job: scan incoming packages from the Centauri direction, press the button for the right chute. 3.2 seconds per package, 9,000 per shift, 95% automated.
Then a package arrived with no barcode. Gray-white surface, like weathered clay. Inside: a 3.7 kg stone with metallic sheen, covered in symbols — 47 basic elements, grammar, spiral encoding.
The symbols described a three-dimensional coordinate. The center point: Sirius B's atmosphere, at exactly 2 atmospheres of pressure.
Nothing was there. Human astronomical surveys showed nothing.
But the symbols weren't human-made. Something was sending packages to an address humanity considered empty.
Lin Wei didn't report it. She put it in the "undetermined" chute. In three months, it would be destroyed.
But every evening, she opened her terminal and looked at the 47 symbols. She thought about buying a ticket to Sirius B — not to find anything, just to stand at the coordinates, at 2 atmospheres of depth, and see if someone was there to receive deliveries.
Maybe. Maybe not.
She wanted to know.
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