Dr. Nia Carter, lead astronomer and night owl, sits hunched over her desk, eyes fixed on the scrolling numbers. The room glows with the cold, blue light of computer screens, casting long shadows over stacks of journals and celestial maps. Outside, the wind rattles the glass, but inside, anticipation crackles in the air.

Nia blinks, startled by the sudden change on her monitor. The symbols rearrange themselves, and a synthesized voice crackles through the speakers. "Warning. Earth. Catastrophe imminent. You must act." Her heartbeat thunders in her ears as she scrambles to record the message, hands trembling.

Nia pores over the message, cross-referencing ancient languages, computer code, and astronomical charts. "It’s a warning... but from who? Or... when?" She mutters, voice shaking. The realization dawns that these symbols echo not only modern encryption but also scripts yet to be invented.

Nia stares at the printout, disbelief warring with terror. "An asteroid... on a collision course. And no one else knows," she whispers, gripping the edge of the desk. The weight of responsibility settles on her shoulders as thunder rumbles in the distance.

Nia[/@ch_1] prepares to contact authorities.] She hesitates, fear in her eyes, knowing she’ll be met with skepticism. "If this is really from the future, it’s up to me to convince them—to save us all," she steels herself, dialing the number for the global space agency.

Nia watches the phone ring, heart pounding, as she prepares to relay the impossible truth. "I have proof. We have a chance. But we have to act now," she says as the line connects, her voice carrying the weight of the future.