[ WP ] You are the being that discovers the gold record on the Voyager .

The secondary screen to the right of the Captain bleeps, with text appearing in the `` radar'' window. He checks it: ( 10561.4,5340,15692 ). Dangerously close: about twenty thousand kilometers into the ship's first octant. 
 
 And he was getting closer. Close enough for the manipulating arms to take it, to put it inside the ship, to examine it. 
 
 The preliminary analysis had described exactly what it was: A probe, sent by people far away both in time and in space. And now it was his to take it, to analyze it, to study and bring knowledge of these peoples back. 
 
 The speed he had was too much, so he enabled the front thruster for a few minutes. 
 
 The computer retraced the path to take, showing it on screen with an accuracy of up to a few centimeters. With the new velocity, the ship would reach the probe in more or less six hours. It was somewhat safe. 
 
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 When there was a single hour left, the main screen showed a confirmation dialog: 
 
 Enable spiral trajectory program? y/n 
 
 His finger went directly to the Y in his touchscreen keyboard. 
 
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 He rolled his eyes when the manipulator control program activated. It was the part he hated the most of his job. 
 
 As the arms dragged the probe to the air dock, the computer started closing the doors and pressurizing the large room. 
 
 After it was done, he entered the dock to inspect the bounty he had snatched from the skies. 
 
 It was a spaceship, barely important in technology, but that was a scream to the cosmos, saying `` we are here''. 
 
 The first thing he did was stretch his neck, as if in awe of the size of the probe. Such a big device for such a simple message. Obviously the probe was old. And then he saw something golden, below the antenna. 
 
 He took it and started examining it. 
 
 A tear rolled down from his pink cheek.
