We didn’t come for spectacle. We came because the readings were wrong in a way that meant something was very, very right. Microscopic signatures, odd isotopes, energy patterns that suggested design. That first morning, standing with coffee gone cold in my hand, I felt the exact shape of what we were doing: peeling history back, layer by careful layer.

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I signed the submission the same night: request approval for a forty-minute demonstration. I knew the stakes. If it worked, we’d have something that changed propulsion and power grids; if it failed, we could lose far more than momentum. Still, I couldn’t help the sense that we were at the lip of something human and enormous.

— Jeremy Hammony, Captain, BLUEBOAT