“That’s correct. We...um…We think it learned our language from kidnapped Humans. For the centuries before that we’ve never had direct communication from the device.” Freyr answered. 

She took another deep breath, not quite believing she was volunteering for this. “I think we should get in there and find out exactly what is going on. Nirann, your analysis has already proved the simulation is livable, at least around our entry point. If we go in, we might be able to establish a two-way connection which will give us more reliable information to work with. Is that agreeable?” Freyr directed this to Rareth.

Freyr glanced over at the other side of the lab, where the Sacred Band were waiting patiently. 595 was over there too, deep in conversation with Thebes and gesticulating expansively. It looked like they might be discussing strategy, or at least one of them was. Freyr was surprised to see the agent had smudged some dark red battle clay over her face in a T-shape over her eyes, nose and mouth. “If you’re worried about putting Rothian lives in danger, I know at least seven Human desperadoes who’ll be willing to do the heavy lifting.” Freyr added to her question with a smile.

“Meanwhile, If we can figure out the language this thing uses, that could be the single biggest advance in this space for a century. I believe my team has sent over samples from Cradle creatures we've captured. There may be clues there if they do actually communicate through organic matter. However, even with all the computing power in the world, we’ll need some time to be confident we’re not going to piss this thing off with whatever message we try and send. Better to try a two-pronged approach.” Freyr finished her pitch by looking between Artek, Marae and Nirann.