Signalling ET

It’s up there on the top shelf; the moratorium on Thought. A directive, issued and revised by the current reigning bureaucrats in office, to silence, you, the reader of this file. It’s marked strictly personal and confidential. Within this file, the plans and details of the probe that had been cast into the vast cosmic space, and the message broadcasted in 55 languages whilst engraved on a pair of Golden Records, are retained. The message was shot like ‘an arrow through the dark’… with the hope, that, it could, perhaps be translated by some distant intelligent life form, somewhere out there. And, for years the voyager I probe sailed on and on through space, in one constant, and tireless direction, never to attract outside interest… never to return home…

That is … until one day it did.

The probe lost complete power in the waning years of 2025…

It was, however, still sailing through space and collecting data (with limited functioning instrumentation) — when a single, final, pulse reached Earth, a startling 5 days after it had been transmitted from the probe. And the final message that was relayed back to Earth… from the very fringes of the universe…from a possible ‘singularity’… was translated as this:

‘The energy source powering the vessel has been replaced.’

The original decaying plutonium had been swapped out, whilst in transit, like a pirate ship hijacking a stranded cargo barge in the middle of the Indian Ocean. It had been swapped out by an energy source of unfathomable potential. A source so powerful that shooting arrows at distant stars would no longer be the main plot for science fiction films and novels, but a reality within our very grasp. The message, decoded and translated, contained a blueprint for warp speed, and this blueprint would save our currently doomed species from near-certain extinction…

Yet, even with this alien blueprint at our fingertips, certain intricate details emerged from the furthest reaches of the universe, which could not be shared with the common folk. Dick and Jane could never be trusted with the advances that this energy source would be used for; after all, between the two of them, they share just a single pair of brain cells. Unfortunately, that’s all they have left, for they outright wish to ‘kill all the artists’. They’ve gone and written that on the inner wall of their anterior cranial fossa, and that’s their sole aim and mission in life, as unfortunate as that may be. The two brain cells that they share between them are sailing back and forth within the great void of their respective craniums, like in a game of Pong by Atari; and, quite naturally, these brain cells are at great risk of implosion, even whilst they desperately wish for them to undergo a form of mitosis and thus double their respective capacity to reason. If it were not for the daily doses of Tequila which their brain cells are subjected to, at intervals, they may have a chance…

Nevertheless, however tragic, for Dick and Jane, their brains are on life support, and this discovery is just too far beyond the Oort Cloud... too far beyond the standard curriculum set out by these same bureaucrats in office; and what Dick and Jane may or may not have seen, whilst hallucinating (perhaps true to the nth degree), are unacceptable views. What they know — what they perceive to be the truth — is really only a fabrication... a myth. And long after the file is lost… and the digital copy of the discoveries is lost (in the vast digital space), the truth translated from this paper will remain; but only for a select few — for my viewers and subscribers. A select few — an elite few — whose brain cells, fortunately, are not yet on dialysis… and for whom the act of killing artists on a rampage of intellectual retardation is wrong…

Even still, Dick and Jane had the best intention: For the benefit of the collective.