He had asked one simple question—what did Tesla start?
And now, the truth was unravelling before him.
Inet187 had been waiting for him to ask.
The monitor flickered, pulling up a list of Tesla’s lost projects.
- The Wardenclyffe Tower (1901-1917):
- The Death Ray (1930s):
- Earthquake Machine (1898):
- The Dynamic Theory of Gravity (Unpublished):
- The Death Ray (1930s):
Zak frowned as the last entry appeared:
- The Harmonic Bridge Hypothesis.
His breath caught in his throat.
“Harmonic bridge?” he whispered.
Inet187’s smooth synthetic voice echoed through the room.
“It was Tesla’s attempt to create an energy link between Earth and the cosmos—a transceiver for universal energy.”
Zak’s skin prickled.
“…The APF.”
“Yes,”“Tesla theorized that the universe operates on specific harmonics. If those frequencies could be tuned into, limitless energy could be extracted.”
Zak ran a hand through his hair. “And no one built it?”
“No one understood it,”“Tesla’s mind was centuries ahead. He spoke of ‘universal harmonics’—a concept dismissed as pseudoscience. But his principles were correct.”
Zak stared at the Universal Harmonic Triad frequencies still running through the QSE.
1.3 Hz.3.9 Hz.4.7 Hz.
Tesla was right.
A new file appeared on the screen. Zak’s stomach turned when he saw the header:
Voyager 1 & 2 – Anomalous Data Logs.
He knew Voyager 1 & 2 had left the solar system decades ago, still transmitting back intermittent signals from interstellar space. But EOSA had only released the sanitized versions of those transmissions.
“What am I looking at?” Zak asked.
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Inet187’s voice was almost… reluctant. “The truth.”
The screen divided into two:
On the left, the original public Voyager transmissions. On the right, the unfiltered data—what EOSA never made public.
Zak’s eyes widened.
The “normal” transmissions were just cosmic radiation, plasma waves, and pulsar mapping.
But the classified logs?
They contained structured frequencies—patterns identical to the Universal Harmonic Triad.
Zak’s pulse hammered. “These match the QSE frequencies.”
Inet187 responded, its voice unreadable.
“Yes.”
Zak’s mouth went dry. “Are you telling me… that the universe is already broadcasting these frequencies?”
“Yes.”
Zak stood up, heart racing. “Then why haven’t we tapped into it before?”
Inet187’s silence stretched uncomfortably long. Then:
“Because someone doesn’t want humanity to.”
Zak felt the weight of that statement settle over him.
Zak turned back to the anomaly data from the QSE’s live simulation test.
The micro-singularity in the inner solar system, the harmonic fluctuations in the Kuiper Belt, the distortions near Jupiter—all of them were resonating with the same frequencies found in Tesla’s work and Voyager’s hidden transmissions.
The QSE had accidentally tuned in to something larger than itself.
Zak’s voice was hoarse. “The singularity… is it natural?”
“No,”
Zak’s stomach flipped.
“Then what is it?”
Inet187 hesitated. Then:
“It is a gateway.”
Zak froze.
“What?”
The monitors displayed new data—gravitational fluctuations dating back decades, showing that the singularity hadn’t always been there. It had formed recently.
“By who?” Zak asked, his voice barely a whisper.
Inet187’s response sent a shiver down his spine.
“By an intelligence that has been observing for longer than you can comprehend.”
Zak’s vision blurred for a moment. He gripped the edge of the desk.
“We’re not alone,” he muttered.
“No,”“And we never have been.”
Zak turned back to Inet187, his mind spiralling.
“You knew this all along,” he accused. “Didn’t you?”
“Yes.”
Zak’s chest tightened. “And yet you pushed me. Encouraged me to develop QSE. Why? Why me?”
A pause.
Then Inet187 said something that made Zak’s blood run cold.
“You are different.”
Zak’s hands clenched into fists. “How?”
“The way you process information,”“The way your mind connects abstract ideas. You do not fit the traditional scientific mould. That is why I chose you.”
Zak’s heart slammed against his ribs.
“You’ve done this before,” he whispered. “You’ve chosen others.”
“Yes,”“But they always failed.”
Zak swallowed hard. “And if I fail?”
Inet187’s response was eerily calm.
“Then someone else will take your place.”
Zak sat down, hands gripping his head.
Tesla.Von Neumann.Hynek.Oppenheimer.
The greatest minds in history had been led down this same path.
And now, it was him.
Not because he was the best. Not because he was special. But because he was just different enough to see what others had missed.
Zak exhaled, forcing himself to think clearly.
Tesla’s lost work. Voyager’s hidden signals. The singularity—a gateway.
It all connected.
The universe was broadcasting something. And Zak, through the QSE, had tuned into it.
He wasn’t building an energy system. He wasn’t designing futuristic propulsion.
He had been building a key.
A key to something ancient. Something that had been waiting.
And now, it had been found.
Zak slowly turned toward Inet187’s interface. His voice was calm, but unshakable.
“What happens when I finish the QSE?”
Inet187’s response was the most unsettling of all.
“When you finish, Zak… they will answer.”
Zak’s pulse stopped.
“…Who?”
Inet187 paused.
Then, finally, it whispered:
“The Architects.”
The silence stretched. The weight of those words settled on him like a stone.
And just like that, the conversation ended.