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Contact

by The Technician

SciFi, Fantasy, Romance, Space Exploration

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The data probe from Contact Ship A37 is brought back to Earth.

I wrote this sci-fi fantasy / romance for a geekette friend of mine.
It is almost non-erotic and is a story of first contact between Earth
and a distant planet inhabited by creatures so different from humanity
that communication is impossible... until contact is created.

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The following warning is probably not needed for this particular
story, but I am including it because it does apply to most of my
stories.

WARNING!  All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18
ONLY.  Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content.  All
people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to
persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Actions, situations,
and responses are fictional ONLY and should not be attempted in real
life.

If you are under the age or 18 or do not understand the difference
between fantasy and reality or if you reside in any state, province,
nation, or tribal territory that prohibits the reading of acts
depicted in these stories, please stop reading immediately and move to
somewhere that exists in the twenty-first century.

Archiving and reposting of this story is permitted, but only if
acknowledgment of copyright and statement of limitation of use is
included with the article.  This story is copyright (c) 2015 by The
Technician ( Technician666@Gmail.Com. )

Individual readers may archive and/or print single copies of this
story for personal, non-commercial use.  Production of multiple copies
of this story on paper, disk, or other fixed format is expressly
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The klaxon alarms at Space Control Central shrieked throughout the
huge complex, summoning all off-duty personnel to the main control
room which was the heart of the facility. Warning boxes flashed on
individual data screens as well as on the large screens suspended
above the circle of monitors and consoles that composed Control
Central. Hundreds of workers rushed to their duty stations or stood on
the wide outer platform that surrounded the central control area and
stared at the screens as a mechanical voice echoed the flashing
message, announcing repeatedly in a loud monotone, "Alien spacecraft
detected. Alien spacecraft detected. False flag alert. False flag
alert. This is not a drill. This is not a drill."

An older gentleman, obviously the officer in charge, strode into the
control room. "Sit rep!" he barked to one of the technicians sitting
at the primary seat in the console array.

"Whatever it is dropped into sub-light somewhere just beyond Neptune."
she answered.

A second tech added, "The IFF signal says it's the data pod from a
Contact Ship... Mission A37, but the size, propulsion profile, and
electronic signature say it's an alien craft."

The first tech continued, "A37 was a single occupant, long distance
contact ship sent to the source of radio transmissions received by our
sensor net almost forty years ago.  An initial report probe was
expected twenty years ago, but no probes have been received. It was
assumed the ship was lost."

"Have you attempted radio contact?" the commander asked.

"Doing so now, sir!" snapped another of the techs who was sitting at
the communications console. "All frequencies... but there is no
response."

"Incoming message!" yelled another of the communications techs.

"What is it?" yelped the commander.

"Alpha-alpha-niner-niner-bravo-bravo-two-two-one," he replied. "It's
being sent in a continuous loop using old sub-space codes last used
over thirty years ago."

The woman in the primary seat said softly, "That's the contact
accomplished code from the A37 mission. It's what a data pod should be
transmitting as a verification code if the mission was successful."

General Mutaguchi stared at the screen for several moments before
announcing, "Transmit landing instructions and coordinates. Notify the
President and the others on the world council."

***

Four days later, a slender, silvery object descended gracefully
through the clouds above the landing field at the United Space Corps
Headquarters. It circled the area several times as it descended
through the high, thin clouds. As it approached the ground, it tilted
upward slightly so that all forward motion stopped, positioning it
just above a large, square, landing pad with a white X painted against
a bright red background. Then, pointing into the sky and giving a
short burst of its engines, it settled down softly onto the ground
exactly in the middle of the X.

Long arms extended from the three fins which formed the base of the
strange vehicle. They pushed against the hard surface of the landing
pad and the tall craft wobbled slightly. A loud metallic groan echoed
across the field as it adjusted itself to perfectly perpendicular.
Then everything became silent... very silent... very, very silent.

Several hundred people stood at the edges of the landing area staring
at the silvery object that had just dropped from the sky. The craft
itself was unlike anything in the Space Corps. For one thing, it was
huge. The support and guidance fins barely fit within the landing pad.
The fins and body were also very shiny and bright.

All Space Corps vessels were a very light blue that was often scorched
on all leading edges from the heat of repeated re-entry. This craft
was a bright metal of some sort that showed no evidence of heat from
re-entry. It was very obviously an alien spacecraft. And yet, on the
widest portion of the craft, about two-thirds of the way forward, was
the emblem of the United Space Corps.

To some of the younger members of the corps, the emblem looked
strange. That's because it wasn't the modern emblem. The Space Corps
emblem had been changed about two decades ago to be more stylized and
abstract. This was the old emblem where the sun, star, and comet were
depicted almost as if they had been photographed through a powerful
telescope. The wording was also in the older font no longer used in
the current emblem.

Beneath the emblem was a pale blue rectangle with black letters in the
same, out of date, font as the emblem. It said "Contact Ship A37-01."

All eyes were on the craft as a door opened between two of the support
fins and a long ramp lowered to the ground. As the ramp landed against
the ground with a solid "thump," a tall figure appeared at the top of
the ramp.

It was bi-pedal and vaguely human in appearance, but obviously avian
in nature. He, or she, or it, was totally covered in fine feathers and
had a beak instead of a mammalian mouth and nose. It took a moment for
people to recognize the being's body coloring. When they did, a
murmuring gasp went through the assembled crowd. If the alien had been
wearing clothing, he would have been wearing the uniform of a Space
Corps mission commander.

The bird/man walked slowly down the ramp pulling a bulky two-wheeled
case behind him. When he reached the ground he stopped, carefully
removed two objects from the case, and set them on the ground in front
of his feet.

The first object was a long cylindrical data probe. A report rocket
from Contact Ship A37 should have carried this probe back to earth and
jettisoned it into the atmosphere. The chute assembly was still intact
at the top of the probe.

The second object the feathered being placed on the ground was a blue
urn. It appeared to be a Space Corps standard issue burial urn. In
gold on the side of the urn was the emblem of the Space Corps, again
the older version. Beneath the emblem was a name, Commander Amanda
Sills.

The being surveyed the gathered crowd silently for several moments and
then spoke. His voice was very high-pitched and his words were
somewhat difficult to comprehend, but what he said was clear enough to
be understood by all present.

"My name is `Contact,'" he said. "I have brought my mother's body back
to her home planet." He gestured toward the urn with his feathered
arm. His voice was somewhat musical, but it sounded sad as he spoke.

Then gesturing toward the data probe he continued, "And I have brought
her mission report. After we have watched it together, I would speak
with your leaders."

No one spoke in response. Everyone seemed frozen in shock. Then it
appeared as if, somehow, a smile appeared on his beak and he said in a
much happier sounding tone, "I come in peace. Take me to your leader."

He then trilled in what was apparently laughter. Several of the people
present joined him until General Mutaguchi stepped forward and said in
a loud voice, "We welcome you in peace. Please accompany us and we
will take you to our scientists and then to our leaders."

***

Contact, General Mutaguchi, and a myriad of scientists and technicians
crowded into the small communications theater. Normally visual
communication between Space Command and nearby ships was handled
through this room. Today, two technicians stood in front of the commo
screen connecting the data probe to the communication network.

After some static and necessary adjustments of the audio and video
controls, the face of Amanda Sills suddenly filled the screen. An
identifying label appeared across the bottom of the image which said,
"Mission Report of Commander Amanda Sills, Contact Ship A37." A second
line beneath it said, "Day one, Mission Date 01:01:17 / 1600 hours."

"This is my first entry into the mission log of Contact Ship A37,"
Commander Sills began. "Launch was normal and unexceptional. I entered
stasis shortly after clearing earth's gravitational field. This is my
first scheduled awake period, so as far I, and my body, am concerned,
it is day one.

"It is hard to believe that over a year has passed on earth while I,
under the influence of faster than light travel and the stasis pod,
have aged but a day. It is even harder to imagine that the next time I
awake, over ten years will have passed on earth and I will be
approaching a possible life-containing planet. 

"I have checked that all is well with the ship and that the
destination coordinates are accurate." She chuckled slightly before
continuing, "Space Corps learned the hard way that coordinates
calculated from within our solar system do not always correspond to
coordinates as they truly exist in distant space." She smiled, "But
everything was true and accurate and I am on course. My medical
readouts show me to be in perfect condition. The mission status is
still GO so I will now return to my stasis pod until tomorrow."

***

The screen faded. When it again brightened, the label stated, "Day
two, Mission Date 11:09:14 / 0300 hours."

"Day two," Amanda began. "There is an anomaly to report. All is fine
with the ship and with me, but the electronic signature of the mission
planet has disappeared." She pressed several buttons on a consol not
visible in the image, and two graphs appeared on the screen.

"As you can see," she said, pointing to one of the graphs. "The
obviously non-natural electronic emissions which brought A37 to our
attention stopped abruptly about four earth years ago."

She swept her hand and the second image overlaid the first. "This
would correspond approximately to the time that our high-energy
communication burst would have been received on the planet."

She swept her hands again and both images disappeared. "I can only
conclude that either a great catastrophe has overcome this planet...
or they have intentionally shielded their electronic transmissions, in
which case, my arrival may be viewed as less than welcome."

Commander Sills looked gravely into the camera and said somewhat
flatly. "I have made the final adjustments to the approach and landing
programs. I will need to return to the stasis chamber for a short
while. Once the ship is in orbit, I will be awakened and oversee the
final landing."

***

The screen again faded. This time, when it brightened, the label
indicated, "Day three, Mission Date 14:03:21 / 0900 hours."

The screen showed only one of the interior walls of Contact Ship A37.
Commander Sills' voice sounded somewhat distant and very strained.
"Ship is not under my control," she said tersely. "Cannot override
landing command sequence that has been initiated by an external
source. This may be my last entry. I can only hope the data probe
launches as programmed before I crash."

***

When the screen once more brightened, the time stamp said, "Year
twelve, day 203, Mission Date 26:04:09 / 21:30 hours"

Commander Sills appeared on the screen. Small wrinkles on her face and
streaks of gray in her hair indicated that she had aged perhaps more
than the twelve years indicated by the mission date timestamp. A gasp
went through the assembled crowd as they noted her nakedness.

"There is a defect in our stasis systems," she began. "It suppresses
the aging process, but does not stop it. Since coming out of stasis, I
have aged at an accelerated rate until my body caught up to and has
now surpassed my true chronological age.  I will not be able to return
to earth personally to give a report on my mission. I am therefore
recording this and entrusting it to my son, Contact. I have asked him
to bring it, and my ashes, back to earth."

She looked around herself for a moment and asked, "Where should I
begin?"

After a short laugh, she answered her own question, "It is best to
begin at the beginning. My last log entry aboard my ship stated that
someone, or something, had taken over control of the ship. The beings
of this planet call themselves `The Bluuuur,' or at least that is as
close as I can come to saying it. They feared that I was an invasion
force and took appropriate action to neutralize any threat my ship
might pose."

She paused and looked at something or someone outside the range of the
video recording device. "They are not mammalian, but they are not
truly avian either. They are capable of flight, but only for short
distances. They have prehensile hands with opposing thumbs and
slightly elongated, but prehensile feet. Their sexual organs are
surprisingly similar to human."

She laughed for a moment and then said in a more serious tone, "When I
showed Contact the library videos from the ship, he pointed to the
dinosaurs and said, `ancestors.'" 

She shrugged and gave a wry smile. "Who knows? Maybe they are an
evolved form of dinosaurs? In any case, they are not humanoid and do
not act, look, or think like any species on earth.

"When the ship landed- or should I say crashed because it ended up
flat on the ground rather than in the landing / take off position.
When I landed, the outer hatches opened of their own accord and
several of the Bluuuur entered the ship holding weapons of some sort.
They were obviously very agitated and were screeching and trilling
loudly both to each other and at me. I think they were trying to
communicate with me, but I could understand nothing and the universal
translators only repeated their screeching in my ears. Finally, they
dragged me from the ship.

"I was taken to a building of some sort and several other Bluuuur
attempted to speak with me- at least I think that is what they were
doing. Then one of them picked up a marker of some sort and made
unintelligible scribbles on a section of the wall.

"I took the marker from him and attempted to use universal symbols to
try to establish some sort of rudimentary communications. I drew a
right triangle and labeled the sides. I drew the hydrogen atom. I drew
our solar system and attempted to draw the galaxy, or at least a
spiral with a bunch of dots in it. All of this was met with more
screeching but no indication of understanding. Finally one of the
larger Bluuuur trilled loudly and all of them went outside, leaving me
alone in the room."

Commander Sills again paused as if sorting through memories in her
mind. "I'm not sure how long I was left alone in that room. I think it
was several hours. During that time, I tried the door, but it was
locked. I also attempted to look at the various charts or images or
whatever which were mounted on the walls of the room, but they
appeared to be nothing but a jumble of lines and colors with no
coherent meaning. There were two video screens of some sort, but they
held only changing colors and a meaningless jumbles of lines and
shapes. Then five of the Bluuuur re-entered the room.

"One approached me very slowly. He was warbling softly and trying to
keep eye contact with me. As he approached, he reached out slowly and
grabbed both of my hands. I felt a sting on my arm and everything went
black. When I awoke, I was lying in a furry depression... and I was
naked. 

"A brightly-colored Bluuuur was curled partly around me. He was
stroking me softly with the feathers on his forearms. Higher up on his
arms, the feathers were large and evidently formed wings when his arms
were spread out, but close to his wrists, the feathers were short and
very soft.

"I tried to get up, but he pressed me back against the fur of the
nest. Each time I tried to rise, he would push me back down with just
enough force to keep me in place. After a while, I stopped trying to
get away.

"He continued stroking me with his feathers. Occasionally, he would
use his fingers to lightly caress or pinch my nipples. After a while,
my body began to respond to his touch. Not too long after that, my
hips began to thrust upward on their own. I knew what was happening,
but it was not something I was trying to do. I had no intention of
responding to his caresses, but those feathers just felt so damn
good."

Amanda reddened slightly and coughed lightly before continuing,
"Aguuuu- I later learned that was his name. Aguuuu continued to stroke
and tweak and drive me higher and higher. With the beak structure of
his face, there was no way that he could kiss me, but he gently rubbed
his beak against the edges of my chin as he trilled very softly. I was
very surprised at how warm his beak was. It wasn't the hard, boney
beak of an earth bird, but rather seemed almost to be covered by skin
of some sort.

"Eventually, I had one of the most intense orgasms I have ever had in
my life. I tried to say, `No more,' but he continued stroking and
driving me higher and higher even after my first orgasm. Then he
positioned himself between my legs. I could feel a penis of some sort
enter me and throb within me. As I exploded in my second orgasm, I
vaguely felt him spurt within me. Then he slid alongside me, covered
me with his wings, and pulled me in close to his chest. I ended up
falling asleep with my face buried in the soft feathers of his chest.

"The next morning, I awoke alone in the fur bed or nest or whatever it
was. Aguuuu had set some food on a table. It appeared to be sliced
fruit of some sort and some small things that appeared to be nuts.
There was some sort of strange tableware which he picked up and used
to push the food into his beak. When I just stared at the plate, he
put the fork-like object in my hand and closed my fingers over it.
Then he showed me how to push the fruit into my mouth. It had an odd,
sweet taste unlike any fruit I had ever before eaten, but seemed to go
down OK.

"Aguuuu stayed with me for nine days, each evening he would repeat his
love making. On the morning of the tenth day, he showed me some sort
of video screen which was flashing various colors and shapes. There
was also audio, but all I could make out was various screeches and
squawks. He pointed to the screen and trilled softly. Then he left,
locking the door behind him. I think he was going to work. After a few
weeks, I found that I looked forward to him coming home in the
evening. I also looked forward to the daily sex. 

"Then my belly began to swell.

"I knew I was pregnant, even though cross-species propagation should
have been impossible. At twelve weeks, I went into labor. Aguuuu held
me softly with his wings and stroked my forehead as I grunted and
grimaced. Then I gave birth... or more accurately, I laid an egg.

"It was leathery and brown and splotchy, but it was definitely an egg.
I began crying, but Aguuuu pulled me tightly to him and covered both
me and the egg with his wings. He tucked me in very tightly with the
egg between our bodies and held me close all night. The next morning
he got up only to bring me fruits and nuts. After I had eaten, he
again covered me and the egg with his wings. Every so often, he would
allow me to leave the nest to use the toilet facilities. Their unique
operation is explained in a separate log file.

"Aguuuu spent hours holding me and slowly stroking my body. It wasn't
enough to bring me to climax, but I was in a constant high state of
sexual arousal. This continued for another twenty-seven days. As the
shell dried out, the egg became harder and harder until it was a very
solid sphere lodged between us in the nest. 

"On the twenty-eighth day, I felt the shell moving and heard soft
tapping noises. At one point, Aguuuu leaned forward and pecked the
shell smartly with his beak so that it clearly cracked. After that, he
stepped out of the nest and stood alongside it watching as Contact
pushed his way out of the shell.

"As soon as my son was clear of his shell, his father put him in my
arms and guided his baby beak to my breasts. I cringed as he latched
onto my breast, expecting pain, but instead his soft beak formed
itself over my nipple and he began to suckle.

"He grew rapidly and in a few weeks was weaned. Aguuuu showed me how
to cut up the fruit into very small pieces which he, and then I,
dropped into Contact's open mouth. When he was four months old, he
began screeching back and forth with his father. A few weeks later, he
said his first words to me. He said, `I love you.' 

"I hadn't realized that I was constantly saying that to him until he
repeated it. I hadn't expected him to be able to speak. After that, I
worked at teaching him English and began showing him the history and
science videos from the ship. I called him, `My Little One,' but at
about age two, he told me, `Mother, my name is Contact.' He also began
to explain his world to me.

"That is when I learned that my husband's name was Aguuuu and that the
people were called Bluuuur. Contact also explained that the Bluuuur
were unable to comprehend any of my speech or video images because
their brains processed sight and sound so differently from ours. He
told me that to Aguuuu, my videos were just scrambled colors and
shapes, just as his videos were to me. And my drawings of shapes and
images were just meaningless scribbles to Aguuuu's eyes. Contact,
because he was from both of us and had been raised by both of us,
understands the sights and sounds of both cultures.

"One day, when Contact was about ten years old, he and Aguuuu came to
me. Contact said, `Father has asked that I translate what he has to
say.' Aguuuu then screeched and trilled and Contact translated. `I am
sorry for what was necessary,' he began. `There was no other way to
bridge the difference between our cultures. While you were unconscious
that first day, our scientists removed your genetic materials and
spliced them together with mine. The result was then implanted within
you. The procedure can be done only once, and unfortunately, it also
prevents you from having more offspring of your own genetic line. It
was thought best that we mate normally so that you might understand
that I was the offspring's father.'

"Aguuuu's trilling became almost unmusical. I had learned to recognize
that meant that he was very uncomfortable, almost embarrassed. Contact
continued, `Father says that he is sorry for any pain which he has
caused you. He is also sorry that your artificial feathers were
destroyed. Had they realized that it was clothing rather than some
sort of snare or control web, they would have allowed you to retain
them. If you desire, he will have the artisans try to recreate them
for you.'

"I had become so used to being naked, that I laughed and told him not
to bother. I also told Contact to tell him that I forgave him. Aguuuu
trilled softly to me and I replied, `I love you, too.'

"Contact said, `He knows mother. It is one of the few words you speak
that he can understand.'

"Contact then went on to explain that the Bluuuur were building a
contact ship of their own to return to earth. As the only being
capable of communication between our species, Contact would be its
commander. Part of the purpose of that mission would be to return to
Bluuuur with ten volunteers who would be willing to breed new
contacts. These would be raised by the volunteers and their husbands,
who would be scientists and educators. In that way, it would be
possible for the scientists of both planets to communicate and
eventually develop the necessary translation programs and devices."

Commander Amanda coughed slightly and glanced at something- possibly
notes- on the counter in front of her. She then continued, "The
Bluuuur have combined our stasis technology with their own to solve
our delayed aging problem as well as certain other problems within
their units. It will be possible for the ten volunteers to live normal
life spans once they reach Bluuuur."

Commander Sills paused to wipe tears from her eyes and then sighed
deeply. "I am growing tired. I have very little time left."

She held up the blue urn which Contact had brought from the ship. "I
have shown Contact what to do when I die. He will bring me home. I ask
that I be buried in the Space Pioneers Cemetery. I think I deserve
that. On my tombstone, please put this inscription, `Mission
Accomplished. Contact Created.'"

She once again wiped her face with her fingertips and said softly,
"Log completed." A brightly colored, feathered arm reached into the
image and pulled her beneath a wing. A soft, mournful trilling sound
could be heard as the screen went blank.

***

Contact stood to address the assembled crowd. He spoke softly. "My
mother died in my father's arms shortly after completing her mission
log."

He took a deep breath as if to clear his thoughts and said, "You have
heard her report." He paused to look around the room and then
continued in a slightly louder, and much clearer voice, "The question
is, are there ten young women on this planet who are willing to help
create the second level of contact between Bluuur and Earth?"

***

Are there?

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