While Aron was assimilating the new knowledges and deep in Nova’s medically induced coma, the top minds in the imperial space agency were in a meeting with Styx, the AI that headed up both the TSF and their agency.
“How reliable is this?” Dr. Musa Aminu, the head of the ISA, asked as he blinked the holographic file displayed in his glasses closed.
“We’re 95% confident, sir. Some time within the next week, another Carrington event is expected to take place. And based on the sunspots we observed along with the increase in solar winds, we believe it’ll absolutely dwarf the event from 1869. The most damning piece of evidence we have is that it’s happening off season.
“Normally, the Sun acts up on a predictable eleven-year cycle, and the last solar maximum was only five years ago, so—”
“It wasn’t 1869,” Agency Head Aminu calmly said. “It was -149 BE.”
“I’m not sure that’s relevant, sir,” the researcher said. “A change in calendar doesn’t mea—”