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COMMANDER VANCE: Professional, trying to stay calm.
ROOKIE: Young, panicked, staring at a monitor.
Setting: A cramped cockpit of a deep-space scout ship. Red emergency lights are pulsing.
ROOKIE: It’s gone. The Earth... the signal just stopped.
VANCE: Check the antenna alignment. It’s likely just solar interference.
ROOKIE: I’ve checked it four times, Commander. It’s not interference. It’s silence. Not the "waiting for a reply" silence. The "nobody is left to talk" silence.
VANCE: (Grabbing the Rookie’s shoulder) Breathe. We are 300 million miles away. Information doesn't just stop.
ROOKIE: Look at the monitor. The spectrum is flat. No radio, no TV, no government pings. Five minutes ago, the world was screaming. Now? It’s a tomb.
VANCE: (Slowly sits down) Turn the ship around.
ROOKIE: We don’t have enough fuel to get back.
VANCE: I didn't say we were going home. I said turn the ship around. I want to see it with my own eyes.
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