'This is... this is impossible,' Kelvin thought through the growing pain. 'Third-generation awakening abilities shouldn't be able to interface with alien technology. But somehow...'
Another mechanical beast approached, its shrieking joining the chorus, and Kelvin felt something deep in his consciousness respond. His technopathic abilities were evolving, expanding beyond their original parameters, reaching toward something that felt vast and incomprehensibly complex.
The data streams weren't just communication—they were memory fragments, digital echoes of something that had existed here before. Kelvin's enhanced neural interface began parsing the information automatically, translating not words but experiences, history, the digital DNA of an entire civilization.
