A way to the stars

The first contact

He could feel his own heart squeezing his chest, stabbing it with a million needles of fear every second he stood before this creature- this was a fucking alien, a alien that was now going into his phone, he brought a live alien into his house and they're going into his phone, he's, he's, he's-

He places a hand on his chest, taking deep breaths In and out as he calmed down, the cyborg of the red lights before him didn't seem to notice the panic attack he was having- did they even know what a panic attack was? Or did they assume this was normal human behavior? Out of everyone in this goddamn place he was the last pick to be receipt of... this

The robot raises their gaze suddenly, raising their clawed finger in realization- that move is enough to push him more against the door he was putting his weight against, but they don't go towards him, instead they quickly scoot towards a place underneath his small wall TV- his router, they begin looking around it with almost desperate curiousness... are... are they looking for the password?

Telling himself and again and again the facts of this situation he gathered courage- if they wanted to harm him, they would have done so some minutes ago with the door, after all, he put his entire damn weight into pushing it back and he was being overpowered regardless by this small creature.

He walks by their side, the cyborg creature holding the fully connected router a bit too roughly for his taste as he gently takes it from their hands, watching those bright digital eyes blink and look at him puzzled as he simply rotates the thing a bit forwards, pointing at the small sticker underneath it with a slender shaky finger "This what you searching for? The password?" He doesn't know if they can understand him still, but the nervousness in him makes him speak anyways.

He can see something fluffy brushing the floor behind them, a fuzzy white tail the same color of most of their fur as they take the router from his hands... 'just like a dog' he thinks, it was almost enough to brush off the fear in his chest, almost.

The cyborg sets the router down, thank god, and places a semi metallic hand underneath her 'visor', her digital eyes now closed as she begins slowly pacing around the room with calm steps, the sound of their metallic (?) claws touching against his tile floor making the back of his neck all wiggly and nervous....

Then they turn around suddenly, getting closer to the dude with several steps as they put their hands together in front of their chest, the dude takes steps backwards in response raising his open hands defensively [Czy możesz ze mną jeszcze porozmawiać? Muszę znaleźć twój aktualny język] The alien creature speaks again while looking up at him with gentle red, digital eyes- and he confirms that for some reason its speaking a human language, he just doesn't KNOW which one it could be, arabic? russian? french!?

"I-I don't know what you're saying man! god! what's going on!?- I don't UNDERSTAND WHAT'S GOING ON!" the guy sputters out as he shakes his head, not only out of fear but sheer confusion. another step back and the machination returns to thinking, its gaze returning to the ground for five silent seconds.

Then the alien raises their head with a raised finger, Words coming out from them with a synthetic, professional voice tone "[English, that's the name of this language, yes?]

A single sentence, some questions answered, a thousand more being planted into his mind such as: What in the hell was he supposed to say that to that? Why did it sound like a middle aged woman? Why did it have an accent?

he should stop calling it 'it' now, but for that he's got to gather his bearings again and try to say something to the concerned machination, he can't at the moment for some reason ["...it's not it then?, huh, whichever else language could it be then?"]

More and more words, that accent is so weirdly human, he swallows a lump in his throat as the question just stays in his mind for now, he needs to do something... "No no! It's right! It's the... it's the right language miss" He manages to say as he waves a hand, his mouth gaping and the corner of his lips twisting as he finds more stuff to say "uh..."