He watched from the forest edge. They told stories and got drunk around a fire. He had been careless. They had found his tracks. In the morning all anyone would find of the hunting party, would be a smoldering campfire.
For one year our radio telescopes picked up broadcasts transmitted from another world. A world 4.3 light years away. Our linguists deciphered their language. And our scientists found a way of getting us there. My partner and I trained extensively, for the twenty-year mission. We were ready to go. After arriving and orbiting the planet, debris struck and damaged our ship. Descending, we crash-land in a desert. In and out of consciousness, I heard a cacophony of machinery and voices. And one loud voice, saying, “Clean this up, leave nothing and take these two, to Area 51!”
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