Archivist Six-Seventy exhaled, the only sound within the white recovery chamber. She sent a neural message to the Archive. Digital archive for dead planet eight-four-nine-two now processed. One message recovered.
Voices of the Archive entered her head. She focused on Primary: One message from an entire planet? Are you sure?
Yes, she replied. Group-casting now.
Six-Seventy pinged the message to the collective mind of the Archive. Three small words floated across their consciousness.
“I LOVE YOU.”
The Archive asked: Meaning?
Six-Seventy responded: Unknown. Analysis yields no meaning or value.
Primary replied: Acknowledged. Purge all data and process the next planet.