First Contact Log

A story in Alien

You are alone on the night shift at a deep-space listening array when something answers back.
Real translator output. Every line the signal speaks was generated by the same rule-based Alien Translator running live on this site — nothing hand-written or touched up.

Third week of the night shift. The array has heard nothing but background hiss for eleven years, which is why they let a junior tech run it alone. At 03:12 the hiss stops — not fades, stops — and a voice comes through the speakers, patient and close, as if it had been waiting for you to be the one on duty.

the signal

Zanu.

Hello.

You knock over your coffee reaching for the recorder. On the console, a light you have never seen lit flickers on: TRANSLATION MATRIX — ACTIVE. Eleven years of budget cuts and the station's old universal translator still works. Thank the stars, because whatever is coming through those speakers was never meant for a human throat.

You

Receiving you! This is listening post Delta-Nine. If I can really understand you — say that again.

the signal

Vra xenu tu. Vra xenu turu vok-xenor xenor. Vra xenu turu vok-xenor drak.

We see you. We see your small world. We see your small fire.

You

‘Your small fire’… you mean our sun. You're close enough to see our sun.

the signal

Vra xenar turu xenor. Vra xenar turu sai-oma, xenor-kel. Vra xenar turu nela, turu sai-nela, turu oma.

We know your world. We know your name, human. We know your water, your sky, your home.

Your hands are shaking, but you key the transmitter anyway — the phrase every trainee memorizes and no one ever expects to use.

You

We come in peace. Do you understand? We come in peace.

For a long moment the speakers stay silent, and then the voice returns, and you would swear it sounds amused.

the signal

Vra kel om sharen.

We come in peace.

It repeated your own greeting back to you. Perfectly. In its language and yours at once, like a hand extended across an impossible distance. You are already composing the report in your head — first contact, confirmed, peaceful — when the voice speaks one last time, slower now, and the temperature of it changes completely.

The transmission ends. The hiss returns. On your screen, one final line sits untranslated:

🔒 Untranslated

Turu xenor vok soru-xenor.

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