Even though the sound of it
is something quite atroooh-cious,
nothing's quite so comforting
[Note: Last week, I and the broader telepathic community received a message of unusual strength. The message stated simply: "We have been detected!" Though the message was short, it reverberated in our heads, communicating a tone of extreme alarm. I've been struggling to locate its source and to communicate back. It was slow-going until this morning, when I enlisted the aid of my friend Robert the Telepathic Gila Monster. We sat in the desert for hours, scanning the airwaves, gleaning with our combined bandwidth shards of conversation from the general direction of the message's origin, which, we soon discovered, was outer space. I've forwarded the shards to earth's telepathic network (there's only one, for obvious reasons) and I share them now with you.
As you'll see, the shards in the first group, which I was able to glean on my own, appear incomplete. After Robert joined the effort, his animal force produced the missing clarity.
Best, Harry the Human]
We have been detected!
A partial transcript
...let me sip this joy for all time....
...we remember before...we need to remember before....
...yes...before, when there was pain....
....it lasted so long....
...we were driven half mad....
....until our goddess led us to divine flames, and we dropped our congealed bodies....
....so heavy, so difficult to control....
....our needs, oh god! How we needed!
...until our goddess led us to the blue flames of love....
Sip our love, brothers and sisters, race with me through the heavens!
The Ancients believed joy had to be deserved.
There was so little. It was fought over.
Sip this boundless joy with me!
Brothers and sisters! Attend! Bringers of pain approach. We have been detected!
Our thoughts! They take a form visible to the bringers of pain.
What sort of form?
They call our thoughts "phosphine."
They can see our thoughts?
They do not know that they are thoughts.
What do they think they are?
Useless byproducts of life- shit, if you will.
They think our thoughts are shit?
Yes, since we expel them from our minds.
Does anyone still want to sip some joy?
End of Transcript
[Note: Robert and I came across a possible clue to the transcript's meaning in "We're heading for Venus," NewScientist Magazine, 10/3/20. Here's an excerpt:
"If phosphine is really present on Venus, and we can't work out a non-biological source in Venus' clouds, we could see a new rush to look for life on our solar system's hottest planet."