Andy had come to Canada from Mumbai by way of the Tata Institute of Fundamental Research. He had earned his doctorate there in rooms that smelled of chalk and heat and old books. His professors believed in rigor and patience. They believed the universe revealed itself only to those who did not rush it. Andy had learned to sit with problems for days without touching them, the way his mother once sat with grief.Julie Armadi came from Yazd, where the air was dry and the fire temples burned without interruption for centuries. She was Zoroastrian, raised on the idea that truth was a thing you tended, like flame. Her family fled Iran during the Change of 2026, when borders closed overnight and belief became dangerous again. They left with documents, a little money, and nothing else that mattered.Canada took them in. Canada always needed minds.QT3 was built on a simple defiance. Light was slow. Reality was not. Conventional telescopes waited for photons to arrive, aged and weakened by distance. Even the nearest star spoke to Earth in the past tense. Andy disliked that. Julie found it dishonest.Quantum entanglement offered no such delay. There was no travel. No message. Only correlation that ignored distance altogether. Data did not arrive. It existed.