[A sterile chamber. Six judges sit in silence, watching as Fritte Cornelius stumbles forward, clutching a half-charged datapad. He clears his throat nervously.]
“G-good morning? Afternoon? I… uh, lost track in the Hive… Yes. Yes, the presentation, right here.”
[He taps the datapad. It instantly goes dark.]
“…oh. Oh no. Just a, low battery warning, nothing to worry about!”
[slaps side of the device; it flickers on again]
[He connect into the projector. A banner flares across the holo: “Wormhole Scanner v3.7 — Release Notes.”]
“…ah! N-no, no, that’s not… uh, not important, just a calibration patch, fourteen percent more accurate, actually quite fascinating, but! NOT what I came to show you!”
[Frantic menu-swiping. The patch notes vanish. A jittering 2D star map bursts into view, warping wildly before stabilizing.]
“Behold the Vidette Survey!!! I logged eight hundred and twenty-two wormholes from Sanctified Vidette over… forty-something days. Forty-seven? Forty-nine? The Hive warps your sense of time. Or maybe it’s just the lack of sleep. Anyway…numbers! You like numbers, yes?”
[He stabs at the datapad. A glowing table appears above him.]
| Security | Observed | Expected | Δ |
|---|---|---|---|
| Null-sec | 491 | ~525 | −34 |
| High-sec | 199 | ~170 | +29 |
| Low-sec | 132 | ~128 | +4 |
“So! Null-sec is actually slightly underconnected. High-sec is too connected. Suspiciously connected. Not illegal suspicious, statistically suspicious! Yes. Low-sec? Practically perfect.”
[The datapad buzzes again. He ignores it.]
“And stranger still, some systems just keep coming back. Over and over. The same wormhole, respawning like it’s stuck on repeat.
High-sec: Eystur, Wysalan, Maire, Alles; four times each.
Low-sec: Bekirdod five times, Hasateem and Gallusiene four each.
Always the same link. Always the same Hive. Especially Conflux. It’s always Conflux!”
[His eyes twitch. The projector sputters.]
“And no one knows why! Nobody! We don’t know how these wormholes spawn in the systems where Jove observatories are. We don’t know if the Hive-side K162 works like a normal one. We don’t know if the destination is fixed at birth, or only when warp is initiated. What if some systems are… claimed? Permanently bound to one Hive? What if they’re… chosen?”
[He leans in, whispering.] “What if the wormhole chooses you?”
[An uncomfortable silence. He suddenly straightens, voice rising as the holo behind him spasms with names and numbers.]
“Derelik! Domain! Metropolis! Detorid! Tash-Murkon! Genesis! Fountain! Central, East, North, West, South! Vidette spits you out like a sneeze across reality! One jump you’re in Tenal, the next in Derelik, then Vale, then Khanid, scattered like dust in the cosmic wind!”
[The datapad emits a shrill tone: battery critical. The projector flickers violently, then cuts to black.]
“Ah ah… Well, that’s… that’s all the time I had. Thank you! Thank you for your… attention.”
[He bows too quickly, nearly drops the datapad, and scurries off as the judges exchange glances of disbelief.]