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Year 2045: Nuclear war devastated the surface of earth, and the people living on it barely survived. Those who did, became a bigoted bunch, living in small collections of likeminded people spread narrowly...
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It's been over a decade since I was given this mind-numbing task of following the only satalight interference from space. An absolutely ridiculous notion that there was a being out there in the stars hacking into our remaining electronics was understandably hard to believe.
But at the same time, I was the one who found it, at twelve years old I proved my mutation was stronger than most my age. My ability to bypass mainframes, read binary with east, transcript and hack into any government computer bought me my ticket to where I am now.
Now I sit, at twenty six years young, still working for what's left of the united nations and still my job includes this interference. Though I now manage and control the technological intelligence department as a whole, it's still a priority to share any important data leaks from the interference.
But, as I do that, I try to learn about interference. Because, over time the data being looked through and collected was not nearly as valuable as it used to be at the beginning. The data uptake pattern by this person was never in a straight line of cohesiveness. This person or being that was out in the stars, possibly planets away, an alien- is watching tv, listening to music and looking up basic things about human biology and lifestyle.
Looking back to ten years prior this person would spend months on end looking through encrypted government documents, studying previous military strategies and bases. It was terrifying to realize as a child that the earth was being watched by aliens. Now, I just can't seem to fathom this being from any malicious intent anymore, and thus the amount of things I document- correctly- are thin and few. In fact, I find it hard to believe many even remember it unless at biannual meetings.
As a child I was always amazed watching their encryption algorithm effectiveness as I watched it in my mind's eye. The way they manually un-encrypted messages was an artform. It was just as easy to tell then as it is now that this persons neuroprocessing is light years ahead of my own.
This was otherworldly intelligence at play, punny enough. Watching their artwork after all these years was what single handedly taught me more about decoding than anything I could ever find here on earth. I'm only as good as I am from the years of watching them, ands
How do you explain that to your boss?
"Oh the alien I'm in charge of recording, well, they're really good at what I'm supposed to be doing." The thought brings with it nothing but jealousy- I want my hands on their tech so badly. Like a child to sugar- well I want every piece of technology I can get my hands on. I want to feel the purr of new technology.
The year they were able to expose nuclear launch codes was the year I trusted them- for whatever reason. They never saved the information and even disarmed over fifty hidden nuclear silos across old america. It was a sight to watch. They cared about earth, a planet not their own, and I couldn't bring myself to understand why they did. The whole experience changed my mindset. At sixteen it became less of a duty to collect every little thing they did, and more of a way to explore the idea of intelligence and emotional beings being out there somewhere.
