Ts01.4.6.12 wasn't a code for the sample. It was the sample's name in a language that predated human writing.
When the temperature crossed -15°C, the ice didn’t melt. It sang . Ts01.4.6.12
A low, vibrating hum emanated from the cryo-chamber, resolving into a frequency that matched human alpha waves. Her assistant, Leo, clutched his temples. "It's not a virus, Elara. It's a message." vibrating hum emanated from the cryo-chamber