Sam Rivera is working on technology that could potentially establish a direct line to the thoughts of the alien intelligence
"Turning to Sam, who was tinkering with a device that buzzed quietly on the table, he asked, 'Sam, can your contraption get us any further?'" "Sam looked up with a smirk, a twinkle of mischief in their eye. 'It’s not just any contraption, it’s potentially a direct line to their thoughts. Give me a moment more, and I'll have something for you.'" "Amidst a chorus of bleeps and static, Sam Rivera's tech-clad hands moved rhythmically, their spirited approach to unruly streams of data bordering an intimate dance with entropy." "Sam Rivera, the youngest of the cohort, worked feverishly at their station. 'It's not just intelligence—these signals have rhythm, a kind of music suggesting not just evolution, but a dance! We're being invited to partake in the cosmos's ballet!' they exclaimed, a touch of youthful exuberance breaking through the solemnity."