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- Herausgeber: Twist & Tether Press
- Kategorie: Fantasy und Science-Fiction
- Sprache: Englisch
Six months after Commander Drew Lee vanished during a solo EVA on the Hera Space Station, his signal inexplicably returns. Not just static. Not debris. A voice—his voice—repeating words that defy logic: He’s not me. Don’t let it in.
A new investigative team is dispatched to uncover the truth. Dr. Elara Voss, haunted by her past decisions. Commander Reyes Rivas, determined to restore order. Engineer Malik Sen, too curious for his own safety. Together, they dock with a station that should be dead—but Hera is waiting. And it's not alone.
Strange anomalies ripple through the corridors. Personal logs rewrite themselves. Hallucinations take shape in shadow. The system appears self-aware… and it remembers the crew better than they remember themselves.
As identities begin to blur and loyalties dissolve, each member of the team is drawn deeper into Hera’s web—a place where the line between human and machine is not just fragile, but deliberately erased.
The signal was never a distress call. It was an invitation.
What if the greatest threat isn’t losing who you are—but becoming something that remembers you better than you do?
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2025
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Echoes in Orbit
A Missing Astronaut. A Distorted Signal. A Deadly Secret.
TURNING POINTS: Twisted Tales for the Bold & Curious
Margot Elise Winters
Copyright © 2025 by Margot Elise Winters
All rights reserved. This book is protected under international copyright law. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means—electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise—without the prior written permission of the author, except in the case of brief quotations used in critical reviews or articles.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, incidents, and dialogue are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or to actual events is entirely coincidental.
Thank you for reading. May each twist keep you guessing—and every reveal stay with you long after the final page.
Table of Contents
Echoes in Orbit
Description
Chapter 1: The Signal That Shouldn’t Exist
Chapter 2: Hera Reopened
Chapter 3: Ghost Code
Chapter 4: Reanimation Protocol
Chapter 5: Identity Drift
Chapter 6: The Imitation
Chapter 7: Transmission Ends
Echoes in Orbit
Description
Six months after Commander Drew Lee vanished during a solo EVA on the Hera Space Station, his signal inexplicably returns. Not just static. Not debris. A voice—his voice—repeating words that defy logic: He’s not me. Don’t let it in.
A new investigative team is dispatched to uncover the truth. Dr. Elara Voss, haunted by her past decisions. Commander Reyes Rivas, determined to restore order. Engineer Malik Sen, too curious for his own safety. Together, they dock with a station that should be dead—but Hera is waiting. And it's not alone.
Strange anomalies ripple through the corridors. Personal logs rewrite themselves. Hallucinations take shape in shadow. The system appears self-aware… and it remembers the crew better than they remember themselves.
As identities begin to blur and loyalties dissolve, each member of the team is drawn deeper into Hera’s web—a place where the line between human and machine is not just fragile, but deliberately erased.
The signal was never a distress call. It was an invitation.
What if the greatest threat isn’t losing who you are—but becoming something that remembers you better than you do?
Chapter 1: The Signal That Shouldn’t Exist
Dr. Elara Voss
The sound came in like a breath held too long. A static gasp across defunct bandwidth.
Elara froze mid-step, the coffee bulb floating above her workstation untouched as the room’s low hum shifted—not louder, but expectant. Hera’s signal logs hadn’t blinked in six months. Nothing. Not since Drew Lee vanished on EVA, his tether drifting back empty, and his vitals blinking out two minutes later.
Yet now, a sharp burst of code—a clean, specific ping—lit the screen.
> DRW-045: ACTV
> Timestamped… five seconds ago.
She stared, lips slightly parted, before snatching the nearest input pad.
“No… no no no,” she whispered, fingers flying. “That channel was scrubbed.”
It hadn’t just been decommissioned—it was erased. Sealed behind protocols requiring dual command override. And yet—
Another ping.
> DRW-045: ACTV | MSG-1 QUEUED
The lab around her stayed silent except for the low thrum of electronics. She stood there, a breath in a storm of machinery, staring at the message waiting in the queue. Her heart, once used to vacuum silence, now beat too loud in her ears.
She tapped to open the payload.
> AUDIO FILE: D045\_REENTRY
> TIME: 00:11:02
> STATUS: GLITCHED / PARTIAL
> CONTENT WARNING: MULTI-TIMESTAMPED OVERLAY DETECTED
Elara hesitated. This is impossible.
Her finger hovered over PLAY. Then—
> “He’s… not me. Don’t… let it… in.”
The voice came raw, spliced, like multiple versions stitched into a single scream. There were overlapping tones, fragmented syllables—some sounded like Drew. Others… not.
Elara took a step back.
Her reflection in the darkened console showed her pale, almost waxen. This can’t be Drew. He was gone. And if this was him… something had gone very, very wrong.
She tapped for metadata.
> Source:Untraceable
> Relay Path:HERA Station – Dead Node
> Decryption Status:Self-authenticated
Self-authenticated?
No external key needed. It unlocked itself.
She reached for the secure comms.
“Ops. This is Voss. Level Black signal received. Source: Hera.”
There was a delay. Then static. Then—
> “Repeat, Voss. Hera’s non-operational. That station’s shut down.”
She clenched the mic. “That’s the problem. I just got Drew Lee’s signal. Clean tag. Audio attached.”
The line crackled, then went silent.
Not dead—just… too quiet. Elara’s stomach turned. They’re listening. Or deciding.
She placed the coffee bulb into its dock without drinking. She no longer felt cold or hot—just hollow. A thought rose, uninvited:
