had appeared, and within moments, it had disappeared in much the same fashion. Was it some new model of fighter jet the government was working on? She could only hope not. There was hardly any need for more warfare when humans were dying off at the speed of light anyway.
Danielle watched the sky for a long moment after the object had disappeared, a hundred questions racing through her mind. However, once the moment had passed, and the thrill had faded, she turned back to her roses. In a few hours, she would leave work to go home, methodically feed herself and collapse into bed, very probably suntanned from the tip of her nose to her ankles, and she would forget about all she’d just witnessed.
Or so she thought.
That evening, as Danielle was settling into bed, she happened to turn on her holocube. It was the first time she’d gotten the urge to watch something since her brother had died, and she didn’t think there could be any harm in watching the news. In a way, she had isolated herself from the world, and it was high time she returned herself to it.
Or at least kept herself informed about what went on outside the government run living post upon which she was stationed. When Danielle switched on her cube, the first image to catch her eye was a very familiar one.
It was none other than the flying craft she had seen earlier that afternoon.
For a moment, she merely gaped, unable to comprehend what she was seeing. The damn thing was on every single channel. Every major news network, every entertainment channel, all anyone could talk about was the mysterious silver boomerang that had entered earth’s atmosphere at roughly three o’clock that afternoon. It was currently parked off the coast of what had once been Italy, bobbing gently in the Mediterranean waves.
The entire world was in an uproar.
Where had the craft come from? Was there anyone inside? What did they want? Those of the religious variety were convinced that it was the end of days. Scientists were drooling all over themselves, trying to convince the government to attempt to make contact with whoever was inside. The word’s leaders were torn between blowing the thing to kingdom come and trying to act civil, and everyone else was watching their television sets, somewhere between abject terror and total obsession.
Danielle herself couldn’t tear her eyes away from the TV screen. She had seen it. She had seen the craft not more than a few hours ago and now it was everywhere, all over the world.
It had been inevitable, really, and everyone had always said the day would come. Someone had come from far beyond their reach to make contact with them. God knew that humans had been far too occupied with their own problems on Earth to make many expeditions beyond the solar system. Light-speed travel was still beyond them, so even if they could manage to get very far, they would expire before they could find anything of consequence.
But none of that mattered anymore. Something of consequence had found them.
Danielle watched the world watching the unidentified craft for hours; long into the small hours of the morning, and even when she was on the edge of exhaustion. Thusly, she was one of the few still watching when the seemingly pore less shape opened, a small, rectangular door appearing in its starboard hull.
Though the young woman had been half asleep, she immediately started upright. She, and the fraction of the world’s population still awake watched four figures emerge from what could only be a foreign space ship.
They were tall – it was the first thing that popped into the young woman’s head as she got her first, fuzzy look at them. Of course, the cameras were afraid to move very close for fear of complete annihilation; but they were close enough to provide their first, very broad view of the foreign visitors. They were pale with dark hair and dark eyes and looked surprisingly humanoid. No extra arms, legs, or tentacles – at least from the