[ WP ] A Puzzle is found in space . The Solution unlocks a warp network and a Welcome message in the language of the reader .

Commander Dominique Aladeen stood on the bridge of his starship, arms folded across his chest, prominent chin pointing out towards the heavens, and a single curly lock of hair falling down upon his forehead. 
 
 `` Interesting.'' 
 
 The rest of the crew looked eagerly towards their noble, heroic, and devilishly handsome superior officer. This was either his moment to shine, or his moment to disappear from the annals of history. 
 
 Solved. 
 
 The puzzle had been solved. Its purpose had been anyone's guess when they first discovered it, over eighty years ago. Researcher, religious, and right wing politician alike had hypothesized the reasoning behinds its design and placement. 
 
 One hundred lightyears from Earth. Exactly one hundred. It could n't have been a coincidence, someone put it there for a reason. For humans to someday reach the puzzle, and follow it toward whatever end it led to. 
 
 Solving it had been easy. 
 
 Nature had designed the perfect computer in the collective intelligences of eleven billion human beings. It took mere hours for the solution to be reached: one hundred and one moves. 
 
 With that realization, researchers had gone into a frenzy trying to discover either a ninety nine or a one hundred and two somewhere in the matrix of the puzzle. 
 
 They had failed. 
 
 Now it was up to Commander Dominique and the crew of the United Earth Fleet's Cruiser Ommuni. 
 
 `` Orders, Commander?'' 
 
 There was only one problem. The message. The one that had appeared upon completion of the puzzle. It was relatively vague yet somehow specific. It pointed towards one possibility, but left open a universe of alternate endings. 
 
 Was he willing to take the risk? Risking himself, his crew, his ship, and potentially the safety of the Earth? 
 
 The answer was simple: He was Commander Dominique Aladeen of the U.E.F. Ommuni. 
 
 `` Take us in, Ensign.'' 
 
 As they crossed the threshold into the wormhole beneath the message, Commander Aladeen could n't stop himself from wondering whether he'd interpreted the message right. As a promise, rather than a trap... 
 
 *We Promise We Wo n't Probe You*
