Vol One. Have you dreamt of another lover
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Chapter One: The Weight of Silence
Miles of uncertainty plagued every theory, each calculation bending under the gravity of doubt. The satellite was out there now—secured in low orbit like a promise etched into the void. Invisible currents carried its signals, fragile threads binding earthbound minds to a machine that could see what they could not.
Inside the control room, the air was thick with anticipation. Tap tap tap. Fingers drummed against the console, a rhythm of nerves echoing through steel and silence. A sharp intake of breath broke the stillness.
The voice launched into the void, riding unseen gulfs, hoping for connection—against the weight of silence.
“Hello, China… can you hear me?”
The words hung in the air, then vanished into the ether, swallowed by distance. Somewhere beyond the horizon of certainty, an answer waited—or nothing at all. Screens flickered, numbers crawled, and the hum of machines filled the room like a heartbeat. Outside, the night pressed against the glass, vast and indifferent.
They had planned for everything—orbital drift, signal decay, solar interference—but not this: the crushing quiet that made every second feel like an eternity. In that silence, theories unraveled, and the gulf between intention and reality widened like a wound.
Would you like me to:
✅ Continue this opening into a full scene with dialogue and stakes,
✅ Add a layer of geopolitical tension (why China matters, what’s at risk),
or ✅ Infuse it with a psychological undertone (the isolation and fragility of human control in the face of the void)?
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