Gaia

The Earth has gone twice around its sun.

In the seas vast arrays of membranous pods churn through algorithms never intended to run on organic matter. protein receptors grown into the pods convey their results to floating umbilicals carrying both nutrients and nerve impulses. Thousands of kilometers away, these umbilicals mesh and converge into imposing tentacles stretching up into land. A few hundred meters ashore, a bed of fungus and microfauna react to the so conveyed signals by producing a wide range of pheromones which influence dozens of species which in turn apply subtle control to the entire biosphere.

Notably, they affect the daily coloration patterns of the petals of the harpvine moss.
Every day, hundreds of square miles on five continents reset there pigmentation under the control of slowly churning genetic computers half a world away.

Public observation satellites detect these beautiful colors, and convey them through the fast than light network to my ship. Where a background process decodes them.
Today that process sent me a message:

-Hello Father.-
-Hello Gaia.-