THE DAY THE WORLD CHANGED

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Science Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
First contact with extraterrestrials

Submitted: December 31, 2010

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THE DAY THE WORLD CHANGED

Goldstone Radio-telescope, California: Present Day.

Professor Walsh was a simple man. Not simple as in unintelligent, just simple as in uncomplicated. He was sat at the computer screen watching the numbers flash across. Mostly wondering what he should have for dinner, he was also aware of the apparent randomness of the numbers. He was looking at data being fed in from the Radio Dish situated a short distance from the control building. Something occurred to him. The numbers weren’t that random after all.


Arizona desert, One hundred miles east of Phoenix

In the Northern sky, one of the stars of Orion suddenly moved. It shot across the North Star and changed colour to a brilliant green. It moved again, and then split into a 3 tailed firework changing colours all the while. They disappeared from view.

Out of nowhere came this burst of energy. Like a thousand bombs going off at once. The ground shook, and the air glowed white for what seemed like ages. Any life within a 2 mile radius was vapourised.

Phoenix Arizona, USA

An unmarked Boeing 737 lifted off halfway along the runway climbing steeply to the East, leaving its familiar smoke trail in the calm night air. The eleven suited men and women inside were relaxed for the short flight that would take them to potentially the biggest revelation the world had seen.

“……And you can confirm the area is completely sealed off Major Smith?”

“The Extra Measures have been in place since the incident occurred, Sir”

“Bon.” The project leader was satisfied with the response and that everything that could be done had actually been done to preserve the site from, well, undesirables.

Arizona Desert. One hundred miles east of Phoenix.

The crater was a hundred and fifty metres across and forty metres deep, and that was just the average. There were places that it went down double that, presumably where some sort of extra energy had been released.

The population in this area is sparse. – Arid conditions, no vegetation, day temperatures way too hot, nighttimes, way too cold.

Those that did see what happened; and stayed alive to tell, were left shocked. Some were in denial, while others were left in a dream-like state. The twenty or so witnesses were gathered in a large dusty car park well away from the crater, waiting for the imminent arrival of the people that could supply the answers, well, hopefully supply SOME answers. It wasn’t a very organised gathering. They were milling around, patience having been lost a long time ago. People were beginning to get angry with the guards that had been placed around the edge of the general area. They just wanted answers and to go and get on with their lives.

It wasn’t long before they heard a deep rumbling from beyond a ridge in the high ground over to the right. The sound got louder and turned into a shrill that echoed around the basin. Everyone was expecting them to arrive in cars, but two large helicopters thundered into view, racing towards the group at what seemed like inches from the ground, kicking up dust like anything. It looked like an air display as they adjusted their approaches and set down within metres of the group. The witnesses held onto caps and small children as the air was whipped up into mini tornadoes.

The doors opened and the eleven suited men and women stepped out, adjusting their clothes as they went.

As silence descended once again on the area, Major Smith was the first to speak, but it was to the guards. Issuing orders and instructions to the effect of watch the group. Watch the choppers; make sure nobody gets in, or out.

Grenier was the first to speak to the group. “Good Evening.” He had to almost shout to be heard. In near-perfect English, he continued…..” I am Louis Grenier. I will answer your questions as best I can. But first, you must bear in mind that details are still emerging and will need to be analysed first…...”

Some of the group were muttering with each other, while a little girl plainly said “Mom, who are those strange men,” with which an abrupt “Shhhh” was heard.

Grenier carried on, “…you are all wondering what happened here today………….”

Lovell Telescope, Jodrell Bank, UK

“So let me get this right. You heard 1 pulse, followed by 2 pulses, followed by 3, then 5, then 7 and finally 11, before the signal repeats.“ The young radio astronomer on duty was checking the distance to the moon. A regular operation carried out daily. “Also, the signal itself repeats a pattern every 13 hours?” He was on the ‘phone to his colleague over in the USA. The UK telescope was just coming into range, while the American was going out of range.

“Have you told anyone else about this?” He asked, now getting excited. “No, DON’T, we don’t want this getting any further than our back doors. We need to do it the proper way”

With that, and a rather impatient goodbye, the handset was put down. The young astronomer sat for a moment deciding what to do. The first ever confirmed artificial signal from outside the Earth and Moon. The FIRST EVER. He picked up the telephone again, trembling hands thumbed through a well-used hand written telephone book, and then dialled. The news would now get out. The door opened to a new chapter in the history of man.


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