One hundred and seventy million miles away, it cruised in silence. Unknown, unofficial, forgotten. Now the sun broke again over the curve of the red planet below. Now the ancient systems turned jet-black radiator panels to escape the sun’s glare. It sent out its senses like a spider checking the wires of her web, carefully calibrating each system in turn.

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  One day they would come again.

  For now, it waited.