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Two hundred and sixty-one attempts. Two hundred and sixty-one failures.
That was attempt 259.
Two hundred and sixty iterations later, Kael had solved it. He’d invented a lossless emotional codec. He’d mapped the quantum spin states of memory. He had even figured out how to compress time perception so the journey wouldn’t feel like an eternity of nothingness.
The receiver wasn't a satellite. It was a von Neumann probe he’d launched a decade ago, currently drifting through the Proxima Centauri system. The probe had one function: decompress .rar files into living, breathing bodies using raw stellar carbon and pre-programmed genetic scaffolding.
He was the archive. And this new world was the extraction.
The probe hummed. A body assembled itself atom by atom. Lungs filled with methane-heavy air. Eyes opened.