Well, I suppose I'll be clearing my schedule for eternity

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The thing was, it had been a normal day till then. It had been a normal week, till then. It had been a normal life till then. We were throwing ideas back and forth about how we could make an interstellar satellite that would send data back to us. In the middle of one of my ideas these little points began appearing and congealing, suddenly standing before us were two aliens.
“Greetings.” They used the very formal conjugation, “We mean you no harm.” That phrase was a little terse. We got the sense they were trying to be as unimposing as possible, but they didn’t know enough of our language. “We come from planets far from here. My name is Filander…”

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