Srtym -

She spread her hand unnaturally wide, imagining a different anatomy. If a being had six digits, their "home row" might be different. She mapped the letters to the keys a six-fingered hand would naturally rest on.

"No," Elara whispered, her eyes wide. "Look at the pattern. It's not random. The letters aren't repeating in a natural way. And the frequency spacing… it's too perfect."

The screen flickered. And in the blackness of space, at the coordinates of the non-existent "M," a star winked into being where no star had ever been before.

Her intern, Leo, leaned over her shoulder. "Maybe it's a glitch. Cosmic ray hit the processor?"