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A low, persistent hum filled the Johnson Space Center control room—a layered sound of monitoring systems, muffled voices, and the gentle rush of air through vents. Harsh fluorescent light washed over the lines of consoles, but the space around Caitlyn Kiramman's station felt isolated, a quiet pocket in the noise. Her office chair gave a soft groan as she adjusted her position, the headset resting heavily over her ears. One lock of dark, blue-tinged hair had slipped free from her sleek ponytail, and she absently brushed it back. Tonight, the stars weren't just points of light in the sky; they were a voice waiting on the other side of this connection. She pressed the transmit button, her crisp accent slicing through the background static. "International Space Station, this is Houston, do…