Xnd-011 〈Top 20 ULTIMATE〉

"VERA, cut the connection," Elias ordered.

"Bio-metric signature detected," VERA intoned, a rare hint of urgency in her voice. "The device is activating. It is scanning us."

The signal from Sector 7 always smelled like burnt ozone and old copper. It was a sensory hallucination, technically—a side effect of the neural interface interpreting corrupted data—but to Elias, it was the only real thing in the universe. xnd-011

Elias froze. "VERA... what am I looking at?"

XND-011 sat in the center of the bay, held fast by the clamps. The scorch marks on its surface seemed to writhe in the harsh overhead lights. Elias approached slowly, his handheld scanner buzzing wildly. "VERA, cut the connection," Elias ordered

Elias stopped. He stared at the readout floating in his retina. "Eleven? You're sure?"

: It could be a specific serial or part number for industrial equipment, such as sensors or network modules, though it is not a standard public-facing model for major brands. It is scanning us

"Let it scan," Elias whispered, engaging the retrieval winch. "Just bring it into the bay."

"Abort jump!" Elias screamed, rushing to the console. "VERA, pull us out!"