The Alien Ambassador

This story was born from a Reddit prompt. Here's where it all started.

After the discovery of extraterrestrial life, the world thought that all religion would be disproven. However, during an interview, the alien ambassador stated that they have confirmed that the universe was created by a god.

Here's the link to the original reddit thread https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/comments/itsfmq/wp_after_the_discovery_of_extraterrestrial_life/

"But, after all, who knows, and who can say Whence it all came, and how creation happened? The gods and the seekers are later than creation, So who knows truly whence it has arisen?"

Elina sighed as she read the quote from the Rig Veda. The visiting scientist from India, Vaishnavi, had given her a beautifully framed quote during her visit. That was 8 months ago. Today was going to a busy morning. All the data collected from her observatory at Lyon, France over the last 3 years had been sent to the super computer at CERN some 20 odd days ago. The super computer was going to highlight and mark every astronomical body of interest that came anywhere close to the solar system. There was no way human eyes or intellect was even close to crunching those numbers.

The protests didn’t seem to be dying down as expected. If anything it was only gaining steam. Johann Gerald perused over the latest reports from the chief of police and took a deep breath. What began as a protests over taxes on fuel had gradually turned religious. Calls for taking the nation back to its religious roots was stronger than ever. A normally secular and tolerant nation had become something he didn’t wholly understand. It had happened all on his watch as interior minister over the last 10 years. The president hinted at this being faulted over this whole thing. He knew what was coming next. It wasn’t his fault. This seemed to be the trend around the world. “Why would France be immune”, thought Johann. “Why in fucks name is religion involved now?” thought Johann. “5 years ago, if you had told me that we would have anti-abortion protests outside the parliament, I would have laughed at you”. That came out louder than he was expecting. The chief of police politely nodded. “I do have a recommended course of action, but we do want your approval” said the chief. “No, do nothing for now. It’s their right. Please for the love of God, just make sure the bloody burnings stop”. The phone rang. It was the minister of science, Louie Daniel. Johann wasn’t expecting that. His voice was urgent bordering on panicking. Surprisingly it was a welcome relief. Johann could use the distraction.

“How long ago did you first see this” asked the science minister. “It was some 3 months ago. We didn’t immediately publish anything. Not without verification and peer review. We didn’t know what we were seeing” said Elina. The results from the super computer at CERN indicated that an asteroid or something that looks like had not traveled on its expected trajectory. Instead it had slowly but surely placed itself over a heliocentric orbit roughly opposite to Venus. No natural phenomenon would have caused something coming in that fast and oblique to assume its current orbit. Data from every observatory around the world that had its’ eyes looking in that direction all showed the same thing. When the images finally came in and reviewed was when the government was involved.

The object, now named “Dreka”, was roughly 600 kms long and around 300 kms wide. What’s striking was this object had a familiar shape. It looked roughly like a dragonfly. For sure, the bulbous heads were some kind of cockpit. Sticking out from several parts of Dreka were what seemed to be either radiators or antennae. Weirdly enough, they looked like legs of a dragonfly.

For two months there was no communication with the visitors. Nothing seemed to work. No hails nothing. Elina was there when the first hails were sent. She was giddy with excitement. Everyone expected some kind of answer back almost immediately. Nothing ever happened. A countries including France were feverishly working on probes to Dreka.

For two months, as was expected, this was all that was discussed, talked about to death. Johann was so glad that the protests had died down. As he switched channels he was glad this the only thing being discussed. “My God… so many experts” he laughed dryly.

After two months, without warning a flurry of data began pouring out of Dreka. To the surprise of many scientists that data was binary. Digital. Some of it was easily interpreted as Audio Visuals. The aliens had an insect like biology. The tallest individual was not more than four feet tall. They had four limbs, one mouth, two very large binocular eyes. No nostrils or breathing organs could be determined. However they seemed very artificial. Manufactured. They looked…. For the lack of a better word, immaculate beetles. As the data was still being interpreted it was understood that they had biologically modified themselves for the trip. Their ship was generational. They had left their planet some 23000 years ago.

Three months later, the beetlonians, felt comfortable enough to visit Earth. The UN assembly halls were prepared for their visit and their atmospheric needs. The beetlonians, lacking human vocalization biology, used some kind of voice modulator to “speak” English. To humans, it sounded like a simple 1980s text-to-voice computer.

“Still better than nothing. They took the effort to do this.”, thought Mia. Over the last four months, the language professor had become the de-facto interpreter for the beetlonians. From the visuals she had even picked up on their body language. They seemed very docile. Almost re-assuring. The meeting was truly unprecedented. Mia was just glad she could be here to witness it in person. The aliens were refugees looking to setup home. Earth was practically in-habitable for them. They wanted to setup home on Mars. Given humanity’s plan for Mars in the long term the talks weren’t going well. As the talks heated up the beelonians started speaking about destiny. There was a word that kept coming up that no one really understood. Sounded like they were saying “borando”. Over and over again… the same word. Mia looked for context. It was a good 10 minutes before she understood what they were referring to it. “Borando” was without a doubt their word for “God”.

When she relayed this to the leaders of the world…. There was a collective smack on the heads heard around the assembly. “Oh for the love of God this shit again…..” thought Johann.