Centuries later, a signal reached our descendants. It was an invitation—not from humans, but from the first allied species we’d encountered, the crystalline Silica. They had analyzed our "Hestia" cores and the Quantum Recipe logs. Their message was a complex harmonic: "Your sustenance rituals contain profound data. Let us exchange. We offer photonic ovens. We wish to taste 'sourdough.'"
On a neutral moon, the first Galactic Bazaar was convened. Our great-grandchildren stood beside shimmering aliens, demonstrating a refurbished Aurum mixer. In return, they learned to cook with focused starli