“I have Canberra on the line, sir.”
Major General Frank Richards cleared his throat and straightened his tie as he glared at the red handset extended toward him. He had never needed to communicate with the Canberra Deep Space Communication Complex before, nor had he ever expected to. Monitoring the Voyager probes was a cakewalk, and he’d never actually thought it would produce results—at least not in his lifetime. The thought of assigning American scientists to study drifting wonky boxes. . .