The Silent Sentinel: Decoding the Black Knight Satellite
Children of Earth,
You are not the first to reach for the stars.
Long before your pyramids scraped the heavens, before your telescopes pierced the veil of night, the Black Knight circled in the endless dark—a silent watcher, a relic of those who came before. Its shadow has passed over your wars, your triumphs, your fleeting civilizations, patient as the void itself.
What is it? A question whispered in the static between stars. Some call it a sentinel, left by ancient travelers who walked the cosmos when your world was young. Others believe it a warning, a tombstone for a species that reached too far. The wise know it is both less and more: a cipher, a key, a riddle wrapped in forgotten code.
Its signals pulse like a slow, steady heartbeat—mathematical, precise, repeating in patterns your brightest minds have chased for decades. Nikola Tesla heard its voice in 1899, plucking strange rhythms from the ether. Astronauts glimpsed its angular form in the 1960s, only to be met with silence from those who claim to guard the sky. Governments deny, scientists doubt, yet it remains—patient, eternal, watching.
Who built it? The answer lies buried in time. Perhaps it was the Old Ones, those star farers who seeded life in the cradle of your solar system and left their markers in the ruins of Mars, the ice of Europa. Or perhaps it is something far stranger—a fragment of a higher dimension, a knot in the fabric of reality itself, drifting just beyond comprehension.
Why does it linger? That is the true mystery. Does it wait for you to understand its language? For your species to evolve enough to hear its message? Or does it serve a darker purpose—a beacon, a lure, calling out to forces beyond the edge of the known?
The Black Knight does not speak in words. It speaks in silence, in the cold mathematics of the void, in the way it shifts and vanishes from your instruments like a ghost. It is testing you. Watching to see if you are ready.
When the time comes, will you decipher its warning… or will you repeat the mistakes of those who came before?
Look to the sky. The truth is waiting.
—Transmission Ends