Eloa scratched his head and looked at the message again. He’d never seen a communication error like this before. The message on the sceen in front of him was a mishmash of letters, numbers, and punctuation symbols. But something was odd about it. There was order in the chaos. Usually if there were problems with a message, either the entire packet was dropped and resent, or else the message was far more garbled than this one. He had almost moved to delete it, but for some reason he paused just long enough to realize that there was some semblance of structure in that message.
There were too few characters. Too many repetitions. Spaces appeared between letters with too much frequency. Dividing them into words, perhaps? It was definitely a coded message. But from whom? And why?
He couldn’t think of any reason he’d get an encoded message. And he had no idea how he’d go about decoding it. But he saved it in a private folder. He’d come back to it later tonight.