In the near Future…
“Good morning. My name is Nisha Chandra. You’re taking Intro to Astrobiology, 101. I’m happy to be here at Caltech’s newly expanded Beckman Auditorium. I’m excited to see so many of you interested in extraterrestrial life.”
This was her first lecture as a professor. She took a deep breath and linked the presentation in her eyepiece to the view screen behind her. She fidgeted, cautiously surveying the large audience. She felt most comfortable safely tucked behind a screen examining data, making her world-renowned discoveries. The students were busy chatting on their devices. She longed for the old days, when people chatted with real people rather than the GPT chatbots. Then, her own chatbot prompted her to begin the lecture. A lecture she developed with no AI help despite trained algorithms assisting her with her discoveries.
“I’ll start with the latest news. My team at JPL here in Pasadena recently discovered evidence of ancient water based multi-cellular life on Mars. Beneath the surface of a crater, a series of layers exist which are similar to those we find here on Earth in ancient seabeds.”
“What did you find?” a student in front said.
She walked to the edge of the stage.
“A few days ago, the Mars geology team dug down six meters beneath the surface of the crater on the screen. We discovered thousands of small objects. They appear like the 3.5-billion-year-old bacterial micro-fossils in Australia. We’ve dated the Martian objects to be 3.9-4 billion years old.”
“Do you have pictures?” a student in back said.
“Yes. Here they are.”
The students gasped as the photos were displayed on the big screen.
“They look like fossils, don’t you think? We’ll post more photos of them to the JPL website. If you think of alternative theories to explain these, let us know. I believe primitive life flourished on Mars four billion years ago. Conditions on Mars were more hospitable than now. The planet had an oxygen rich atmosphere a billion years before Earth did. Much of its atmosphere was stripped away due to a loss of its magnetic field and for other reasons. Today, pockets of life might still exist underground. I’m excited about this possibility. I wake up every day hoping to find alien life somewhere. Nothing would make me happier than to examine extraterrestrial life with my own eyes, or at least in photos and data. Soon we might know for sure.”
She surveyed the fresh faces in the audience. These weren’t the average kids walking down the street. They came here from around the world because Caltech had a legacy of great people making state of the art discoveries. The school still had the highest percentage of Nobel Laureates on the teaching staff of any university in the world.
For a couple of seconds, she heard hissing sounds, like those of a large crowd rise behind her. Her heart raced. She glanced back, but nobody else was onstage. She thought her inner-ear tinnitus was acting up again. A few students chuckled.
“Sorry about the distraction. The aliens in the cage behind me are getting restless. I’ll bring ‘em out later.”
The students laughed. She didn’t know whether they were laughing with her or at her. She ignored her elevated heart rate and continued her lecture.
“Okay. Raise your hands if you think life existed on Mars.”
All 300 students raised their hands. She raised an eyebrow.
“How often does an entire class of students agree on anything?” she thought.
“Do you think life exists on Mars now?” she said.
Again, all the students raised their hands.
“Everyone? Really?”
She scanned the audience for signs of a prank but felt none. Caltech had a long tradition of masterful pranks. As a new professor, she knew she could be the next victim. She didn’t want to lose control of the class.
“How many of you think intelligent life currently exists in our galaxy at our level or above?”
Once again, everyone raised their hands.
“Okay, what’s going on here? In a class this big, there’s always disagreement.”
She could hear a pin drop. She smiled and glanced up to the ceiling as she often did when she found humor in something.
“Okay, I’ll play along. How many of you think extraterrestrials have visited us in the past?”
Every hand rose in the air, as before. She didn’t know what to do, so she continued.
“Do alien beings live on Earth right now?” she said.
As she expected, everyone indicated the affirmative. Nisha tried to contain herself.
“You think so?”
A student in back shouted out, “Yeah, they’re in the cage behind you, remember?”
The students laughed. She smiled and glanced behind her, pretending to look at the imaginary cage. She blinked to activate her eyepiece, which displayed the names of each student seated before her in real time via facial recognition. The eyepiece assistant whispered in her ear, “Mr. Kepler last spoke.” She smiled confidently but wiped the perspiration off her forehead.
“Yeah, they’re in the cage Mr. Kepler.”
She tried to buy some time to deal with the prank when the sounds returned louder this time.
“These aren’t human voices,” she thought. “They’re more like a low-quality recording of a crowd cheering. The kids are up to something, but the sound is in my head. It’s not coming from a speaker. How are they doing that? Well, this is Caltech.”
She turned around again. She hid her shaky hands behind her back.
“Don’t keep us in suspense. Bring them out.” Mr. Kepler said.
The class erupted in laughter.
The sounds stopped. Nisha walked to the lectern and gulped some water. She tried to compose herself and ignore the goose bumps. She didn’t want to fall prey to this prank.
“Okay, did anyone hear those sounds?”
The entire class raised their hands. She smiled, but her heart raced. She took another drink of water.
“Okay wise guys, what did they sound like?”
The students whispered to each other, thinking they were now the subject of a prank.
“They sounded like voice of the guy who does those intros for sci-fi movie trailers,” Mr. Kepler said. “You know, like ‘they came from a galaxy far, far away to enslave humankind as food.’”
The students laughed.
“Okay, okay,” Nisha said.
She laughed, but her breathing grew shallow. She couldn’t get a handle on the origin of the sounds. She took another gulp. She thought it wasn’t a promising idea to take this job.
“I’m going to take a poll,” she said.
The class quieted down. Nisha smiled, continuing to hide her shaking hands. Her logical mind wanted to find the underlying cause of the prank. She played her share of pranks in her day.
“How many people heard sounds, just now?” she repeated.
Everyone raised their hands. Nisha shook her head.
“Okay, I want everyone to close your eyes. I want to find out exactly what they sounded like to you. Keep them closed. This includes you Mr. Kepler.”
Once all eyes were closed, she began the questioning.
“Did they sound human?”
Nobody raised their hand.
“Okay, open your eyes,” she said.
The class opened their eyes. Many giggled, unsure of what to think of this.
“Close them again.”
They eventually did so.
“Did they sound like the noises you make when you click the roof of your mouth with your tongue?”
About 75 people raised their hands. The class opened their eyes and laughed. Some made clicking noises.
“Close them.” she said. “Did they sound high pitched, like they were small creatures?”
About 100 students raised their hands. They opened their eyes, smiling and talking as they did.
“Eyes closed,” she said. “Was there a language, like English?”
Half the class raised their hands. People opened their eyes and continued laughing and talking.
“They weren’t English, but they sounded a bit like Klingon.” Mr. Kepler said.
The laughter continued.
“All right, let’s proceed,” she said.
They closed their eyes again.
“Did they sound like a scratchy recording of a huge crowd cheering when passed through an electronic filter?”
This time, only three students raised their hands. A shiver went down Nisha’s spine. She tried to ignore the heavy feeling of sensing the inexplicable. She thought there must be a logical explanation.
“Okay, open your eyes,” she said.
Everyone focused on the three people with their hands raised. Nobody said a word.
“Tell us what you experienced.”
One student said, “I heard them the first time when you turned around, then louder the second time like you. They weren’t speaking in any language I know. The sounds were muffled and electronic with static. It was like hearing a crowd outside a stadium, but the sounds were in my head, like ringing in my ears. I can’t explain the experience. I’m sweating.”
The other two students kept their hands raised and agreed with the first one. Nisha kept a straight face.
“That’s exactly what I heard,” she said. “Interesting. You all thought of the sounds in terms of ‘them.’ As though it was the voices of a crowd of beings. Me too. We may be placing our biases on these noises though.”
She paused and kept her poker face on. She rubbed her hands together to relieve the numbness in them. A student in front giggled. The class nodded their heads in approval. Someone clapped slowly, alone at first. Then they all broke out in applause.
“Good one professor,” Mr. Kepler said. “We thought we had you, but you win.”
Nisha smiled and told the three students to sit down. She decided to carry on with the lecture. However, she knew something big happened. She never experienced anything like this in her life. Those three students also understood. They exchanged knowing glances. She continued her lecture, with her popularity and authority intact. She felt her heart beating strongly. Her chest felt heavy, but she carried on as though all was well.
“Does anyone know of Fermi’s paradox?” she said, expecting at least a few hands to go up.
Most raised their hands.
“Are you serious?” she said.
This time the students were serious. They nodded their heads.
“Well since most of you are familiar, I’ll give a brief overview for those who aren’t. Physicist Enrico Fermi and others wondered why we’ve never found evidence of extraterrestrial life, despite the high probability of its existence and the long time spent looking.”
“That’s because you’re hiding them from us in the cage behind you,” Mr. Kepler said.
Some students chuckled quietly.
“He brings up a good point,” Nisha said. “Some governmental organization might hide evidence, but I don’t believe in conspiracy stories. Perhaps we haven’t developed the technology to detect them. I’m not sure. Maybe alien species hide themselves from detection to avoid being discovered.”
Nisha wrote on her pad. Her writing was displayed on the big screen behind her.
“The Drake equation allows us to make a guess as to how many extraterrestrial civilizations might exist in our galaxy. It’s widely known of course. I’ll present my own, different version of his equation. Let’s do the numbers.”
She wrote:
“Number of stars in the galaxy: 200 billion now.
Estimated number of planets per star: Three on average.
Number of planets in the galaxy: 600 billion.
Number of Earth-sized planets in the habitable zone: 50 billion.”
“Aliens must be everywhere.” Mr. Kepler said.
“Possibly, but there’s more to think about,” Nisha said.
She wiped the perspiration from her forehead.
“Out of those 50 billion Earthlike planets, some have no magnetic field, so they won’t be able to keep hydrogen and water in their atmosphere. Therefore, they’re dry like Mars. Some are hot like Venus, which are on the close edge of the Sun’s habitable zone. I’ll make a guess. My guess is one in ten Earths with habitable temperatures have a magnetic field with enough water for a long enough time to support life.”
“That’s still five billion Earths,” a student in front said.
“Yes, but most stars are red dwarfs. They live longer than our sun, but many of them blast their planets with flares which can cause mass extinctions. I’ll cut the number of hospitable Earths to around 1 billion.”
“That’s still a lot,” Mr. Kepler said.
“Yes, but let’s examine the other limitations. How often would life emerge on these hospitable Earths?”
“I’ll guess on one in ten Earths?” a student said.
“Your guess is as good as mine. We have no way of knowing. We’ll take your estimate, though it could be much higher or lower. We have little data on how life emerges from non-life. This is the weakest link in our hypothetical chain. Also, Earth was not hospitable to today’s modern life forms when life emerged 3.8 billion years ago. So now we estimate 100 million Earths exist where life might form at some point.”
Nisha scanned her audience. Most were interested. A few were messaging friends in their eyepieces. She had trouble writing on her pad, the words appeared jagged. She felt dizzy and hoped she could make it to the end of the class without collapsing. She took another breath. Fortunately, she loved talking about this topic.
“Let’s say 100 million habitable Earth-like planets exist in this galaxy that formed at least primitive life at one time or another. Our question is, how many Earths have intelligent life at this moment?”
She received answers ranging from zero to a few million.
“I can only base my estimate on Earth, which is the only planet we know of where intelligent life evolved.”
“You lost me professor,” Mr. Kepler said as he smiled.
The class snickered. Nisha shook her head.
“Okay wise guy. For the sake of speculation, let’s pretend there’s at least intelligent life on Earth here in this classroom.”
“Agreed,” Mr. Kepler said.
The class smiled and nodded their approval.
“Okay, the age of the earth is 4.5 billion years. Intelligent humans, similar in appearance to us, roamed the earth for at least 300,000 years. So, for approximately 1/15,000th of the lifespan of the earth, intelligent life has existed here. If you chose a random time to visit the earth, there’s only a one in 15,000 chance you would discover intelligent life at the cave dweller level.”
“Some modern people aren’t at the cave level yet,” Mr. Kepler said.
The students snickered again. A bit of perspiration drained into her eyes, prompting her to wipe them clean.
“Very funny Mr. Kepler, now let me continue. Therefore, out of those 100 million habitable Earths we might visit, intelligent life might exist right now on 1 out of every 15,000 of them, which is only 6,000 planets in our galaxy. This assumes all planets with basic life evolve intelligent life like it did on Earth.”
“That’s a big assumption,” a student in the middle of class said.
“I agree. Imagine if the dinosaurs never went extinct 65 million years ago. They’d still be here. Humans would never have evolved. Dinosaurs didn’t evolve much for over 100 million years and might have kept going for a hundred million more. We can’t assume intelligent life will automatically evolve from common animal life. Animals evolved for hundreds of millions of years yet none of them evolved intelligence until recently. Earth was lucky. Therefore, it’s difficult to use the earth as a standard model for calculating the probability of extraterrestrial life. How lucky is the earth?”
“Very,” Mr. Kepler said.
“You’re right. Even after the dinosaurs died, humans didn’t come around for over 60 million years. We almost got wiped out 70,000 years ago and at other times. We weren’t guaranteed. Intelligence isn’t guaranteed. The evolution of Homo sapiens or Homo neanderthalensis is a long shot, even here on this friendly planet. My guess is out of those 6,000 hospitable Earths where life had time to form, only a few hundred Earths exist in this galaxy with intelligent life at this moment. Also, we need heavy metals like iron to form rocky planets like earth. Those elements are formed in supernova explosions. So only third-generation stars and above have rocky planets. That further limits the number. Perhaps only a fraction of those few could support today’s human life since there are so many other variables. The atmosphere could be toxic to us but okay for another intelligent species.”
The students paid attention.
“That’s depressing, only a few hundred?” Mr. Kepler said.
“Yes. Now, we should consider other factors. Most stars are older than the sun. Therefore, many of those Earth-like planets are older. I’ll raise my estimate and say 10 to 1,000 intelligent civilizations currently exist in this galaxy. Nobody knows. Most would be more advanced than us. Considering the immense amount of time available to colonize the galaxy, a single species with a 10-million-year head start on us, could easily colonize the entire galaxy by now without faster than light travel, or even 20% of light travel. That’s a mere instant compared to the multi-billion-year lifespan of this galaxy.”
The students whispered to each other.
“So where is everybody?” Mr. Kepler said.
The students nodded their heads. Nisha took another gulp of water.
“That’s exactly what the now famous Fermi’s paradox is all about. With all the possibilities, where is everybody? Perhaps there is a Great Filter which makes intelligent cultures go extinct. We don’t even see evidence of AI out there, which could spread faster than organically based life. Drake designed his equation in 1951 to make a guess as to how many planets in our galaxy might harbor life. We didn’t understand much about planetary systems except for our own. However, we’ve found many Earth-like planets because we can detect bio signature gasses on habitable-zone planets which might indicate life. The Seager equation, named after the famed planetary scientist Sara Seager, allows us to estimate the odds of intelligent life existing on a planet right now. The Earth has been sending out bio signature signals for over a billion years. Human-level intelligent life has been present for about 1/3,000th of that time, 300,000 years. Those are two variables in the equation. Why has nobody visited us, given all we know? Why have we detected no life out there? It’s possible there’s no intelligent life in this galaxy except for us. Or, even with 1,000 civilizations in this galaxy, that’s only 1 per every 1,000 light years of width in the galaxy. That’s widely spaced, but this is all speculation. Also, we live in an empty part of the galaxy between the arms. Live needs a long time with no planetary impacts. Only a small part of the galaxy has been peaceful for long-enough to allow higher life to evolve.”
She took another drink of water.
“It depressing to think we may be alone in the galaxy, or that each galaxy has only a few intelligent species who never meet each other before they go extinct. That may be to our benefit. As much as I want to discover extraterrestrial life, more than anything, I don’t think our species is ready.”
Nisha continued her lecture until the end of the period. The class walked out of the auditorium into the hot and dry September air, continuing to discuss the lecture. Nisha called the three students to the stage to discuss the incident. They huddled close to each other, gripped with fear.
“I don’t understand what happened,” one student said. “I’ve never experienced voices in my head. Especially weird ones. Am I going crazy?”
“No,” Nisha said. “If you’re going crazy, then the other three of us went crazy at the same time as you. I doubt we’re going crazy.”
Nisha got an incoming message in her eyepiece. She read the message from her 15-year-old daughter, Priya.
“Listen to this message you guys,” she said.
“Mom, weird sounds, or something came into my head just now. My heart is racing. I told some friends at school, and they laughed at me. Sophie heard the sounds, but Amy wasn’t affected even though she’s the genius.”
“Perhaps we aren’t going crazy.” she said.
The three students felt, relief before realizing sanity meant something real happened.
“I’ll let you know what I find out about this,” Nisha said. “You guys get to your next class, and we’ll talk tomorrow. I’m sure there’s a rational explanation, with all the crazy experiments going on now. Someone’s got to make some laws before we kill ourselves.”
The students left, walking close to each other and whispering. They behaved like old friends despite this being the day they met.
Nisha messaged back to Priya, “Hi Pree, I heard them too. So did three of my students. You aren’t going crazy. I’ll pick you up on the way home if you would like. We’ll talk. Love ya! xo!!”
Priya messaged, “Okay, I’ll be walking home on my usual route. If I miss you, I’ll go straight home.”
Nisha messaged her husband, Quinn. He received it while working on a sculpture in his studio in the back yard.
“Did you hear any sounds or voices in your head just now?” she messaged.
He waited for a second, trying to figure out if she was pulling one of her pranks. Then he replied.
“You’re funny Neesh. I think you’ve had your head in those star charts a little too long. It’s okay though, I still love you.”
She shook her head, smiled, and glanced at the ceiling. Then the smile evaporated as she began to consider the possibilities.
“Quinn, I’m serious. Voices or something entered my mind, and they also did to three of my students. Priya messaged me. She and Sophie heard the sounds too, all at the same time as we did. What about you?”
She stared into her eyepiece, awaiting his reply. She was unaware of someone waiting for her nearby.
“Sorry Neesh, I’m joking around. The voices I normally hear in my mind were temporarily silent. Let’s talk when you get home. I need to finish this part of the sculpture before it dries.”
“OK, cu at home. xo!” she messaged.
She turned around and became aware of Mr. Kepler.
“Are you okay?” he said.
She hid her hands behind her back and tried to compose herself.
“Oh. Um, yes, I messaged my daughter. The sounds came to her too.”
He laughed.
“That’s what I wanted to tell you. Your prank may go down as one of the best at Caltech. You had everyone fooled. I gotta go, but congratulations. I’ll be here tomorrow.”
“Thanks, but—”
He raced out the door before she could say anything.
Nisha left the auditorium and walked into a faculty lounge where a dozen professors were debating the old string theory. The Grand Unified Theory still evaded them. She wanted to find out if anyone else noticed anything. However, nobody mentioned hearing voices or any other unusual sounds. She said nothing and walked out to teach her next class. Nothing unusual happened for the rest of the day, though she overheard a few students discussing the sounds. Nisha mentioned the unusual events to nobody.
At 3 p.m. Nisha walked to her car for her short drive home. The day seemed like any other. As she drove in old-school manual mode to distract herself, she flipped through the news stations on the wi-fi link radio, but the unusual sounds weren’t mentioned. She didn’t see Priya on her normal route.
She burst through the front door and ran straight into Quinn’s studio in the back yard. A rounded human-like shape in clay stood in the middle of the floor.
He stopped working as she walked through the door.
“Neesh? Are you okay? You’re shaking.”
“Quinn, I barely survived the drive home. I almost hit someone, so I switched to autopilot.”
He walked over and gave her a big hug.
“What were you doing driving manually anyway? You’re sweating. Sit down and tell me what happened.”
She couldn’t sit.
“During my lecture, the voices came from behind me. Well, they weren’t voices, but more like artificial static. The sound fluctuated like a crowd of voices. At first, I ignored them. Then I got distracted. I turned around and nothing was there. The students thought it was a joke, but it wasn’t. A few minutes later the sounds returned. They weren’t like normal sounds in my ears though. It’s like when I’m silently thinking. Three students out of 300 in my class heard the sounds. I’m estimating 1% of the general population is aware of them. I need to go online and find out who else experienced them. Nobody mentioned weird sounds on the radio on the way home.”
“I never thought I’d see the day when you’re talking of things you can’t prove, and I’m the one waiting for the facts. Usually, it’s the other way around.”
She smiled.
“I never thought this day would come either, but the sounds were real. I experienced them as plainly as my own thoughts right now. You must believe me.”
He took her in his arms and whispered, “I believe you Neesh. It’ll be okay.”
“Thanks Quinn.”
Nisha ran back into the house and straight to her computer. Her Twitter page remained open from early in the morning. She preferred her traditional computer app to her Twitter eyepiece app because in-app multitasking was easier on a big screen. She browsed through a stream of comments from people she followed. For a while, she read no mentions of weird sounds. Several pages down the list, Nisha read a tweet from an astronomer friend at the La Silla Paranal observatory in Chile.
The tweet read, “While performing some exoplanet calculations, I heard a million unnatural voices in my mind. Anyone else? #WeirdSounds.”
A shiver traveled down her spine and made her toes tingle. She stared at the tweet, wiggling her toes as Priya walked in the front door. Nisha awakened from her trance when Priya entered the room.
“Pree, get over here. Check this out.” she said, pulling Priya onto the chair beside her.
She wanted to show Priya the tweet. Priya stared at the ground.
“Pree, are you worried about the sounds?”
“Mom, a car nearly hit me on the walk home because of the distracting voices inside my head. I walked from behind a bush and then had to jump back. I don’t think the driver saw me and I didn’t see the driver. So, I took the long way home. The idiot was driving manually. Anyway, I heard millions of them. My heart is racing, like it’s going to explode out of my chest.”
Nisha put her arms around her.
“I can feel your heart racing. Mine was too, on the way home. I almost blacked out. That car might have been me. The sounds distracted me. I forgot autopilot.”
“Oh my, that WAS you. I was too distracted by the sounds to notice.”
Nisha’s face turned pale when she realized what almost happened.
“Sorry Pree. I’ve had a dreadful day.”
“It could have been worse Mom.”
Nisha stared at her computer and couldn’t say anything for several seconds. She sighed.
“Yeah, you’re right. I need to focus. I don’t think we’re the only ones who heard the sounds. Check out this tweet from Chile.”
Priya read the tweet.
“I’m sick to my stomach. What are they?”
“I don’t know,” Nisha said. “Let me do a search right now on the hashtag #WeirdSounds. Do you want something for your upset stomach?”
“I’m okay. I want to know what this is.”
Nisha searched for #WeirdSounds. Soon dozens and then hundreds of entries scrolled down the screen. They were from all over at least half of the planet. She read the first two.
“I heard #WeirdSounds. I went to the bathroom and got sick. Nobody believes me.”
“Anyone know about #WeirdSounds in my head? They weren’t like human voices.”
Nisha and Priya scrolled through hundreds of tweets all saying the same thing. Some sarcastic comments appeared too.
“Mom, they’re real, what’s happening? They’re calling them voices.”
Priya’s frightened reaction surprised Nisha. Priya was the strong one. She hadn’t shown her vulnerable side in a few years. Nisha found it comforting and it brought back fond memories of Priya’s childhood. She put her arm around Priya’s shoulder, rubbing it reassuringly.
“Yes, voices. I’m not sure what’s happening. I doubt they’re voices. We’re putting our biases on it. The tweets originate from about half of the world. They’re from North and South America, across the Pacific, and over to Asia near Japan. I see no tweets about the voices from Europe, central Asia, or Africa. Why?”
They huddled close to each other as Quinn came in from the back yard.
“Are you guys okay? What are you looking at?” he said.
Nisha glanced up and coughed to clear her throat.
“We’re not okay, but we’re not going crazy. Check out these tweets.”
Quinn glanced over their shoulders. One tweet after another describing the strange sounds scrolled down the page, at the rate of about two per second.
“Is this happening all over the world?”
“No. They only seem to be happening on this side of the world,” Nisha said. “That’s the odd property of these sounds. If the sounds happen again and we receive them on a particular part of the planet, I’ll be able to start to trace an origin. It may be off planet.”
Quinn began to ask another question when the school bus stopped in front of the house.
“Sanjay is home. What should we tell him?”
“I’m not sure yet,” Nisha said. “We’ll talk about this at dinner.”
They got up to fix dinner and set the table as Sanjay walked in the door.
“Sanj, how did your day go?” Priya said.
Sanjay glanced around. He couldn’t focus.
“Are you upset?”
“What a weird day. At first everything seemed fine and then one of my classmates began crying. She said weird sounds, like voices were in her head. She calmed down and the sounds came again. The teacher told us they took her away to the psychologist. I think she went crazy. I’ve never seen a crazy person before.”
“We heard them too,” Nisha said. “Many others did also. We all might be going crazy at once, but the evidence is against that supposition. Oh Pree, I forgot to ask how your genetics report turned out today. Did you present it?”
“Yeah Mom, I made my first presentation before the sounds came. I’ll do my second one later. I want to be a geneticist when I grow up.”
“I think genetics is a perfect career for you.”
“It’s exciting because soon we’ll be able to fix all diseases by rewriting the genetic code in an analogous way to how we code computer programs. I’ll be able to find out why Sanjay has autism. I hope I can fix it.”
“Leave me alone. I like who I am,” Sanjay said. “It’s mild autism anyway. I’m normal. There’s nothing wrong with me.”
He stood up and stomped off to his room, throwing his books to the floor.
“What’s wrong with him?” Priya said.
“Pree, he doesn’t think anything is wrong with him. People get used to who they are, even if they’re different from others. He knows of no other way to be. If you magically transformed him into what you think is an improved person, he’d want you to transform him back. You need to learn to accept people for who they are.”
“Yeah, I guess you’re right, but I’d like to be transformed into a genius like Amy. A super genius. I still want to cure autism Mom. I know how the kids bully him. I’d wanna take those kids and—”
“Okay Priya calm down.” Quinn said.
“Da-ad, you don’t know what happens in school. They pick on him every day. The teachers don’t notice and do nothing. I wish I had superhuman powers so I could kick their—”
“Pree, you need to relax and—”
He looked across the table. They sat there expressionless.
“Guys?”
They appeared preoccupied and glanced behind themselves simultaneously.
“Hello? Earth to anyone?” Quinn said.
“Mom, the sounds are back.”
“Yeah Pree, they’re back.”
“What do they want? I’m sweating. I want to rip them out of my brain.”
“I don’t know what they want, but I’m going to find out.”
Nisha glanced across the table at Quinn.
“The sounds came again just now. Did you experience anything?”
“No Neesh, what did they sound like?” Quinn said.
“Hold on.”
Nisha did a quick tweet to her 250,000 followers.
“The #WeirdSounds are back, did you hear them?”
The Replies came quickly.
“@NishaAstro Yes, in Phoenix!”
“@NishaAstro, I live in Dallas … loud and clear.”
“Sorry, I had to send out the tweet quickly. I wonder where in the world the sounds were heard this time. The sound reminded me of a crowd roaring at a baseball game after a player hits a home run. Something big happened. The sounds calmed down. Now they’re gone. A soft static sound filtered over the top of the base sounds.”
“Could you tell what any of them were saying?” Quinn said.
“No. If they’re voices, they don’t sound like any language I know. It’s full of static, so I can’t tell for sure. Artificial, like bad old school radio reception. Pree, do you agree?”
“Yeah. I can’t figure out what they’re saying. It’s just a noisy robotic crowd.”
Priya’s hands trembled. Her fork rattled against her dinner plate.
“Sorry about that.”
An incoming message appeared in Priya’s eyepiece. She dropped her fork on the ground.
“Ugh, that startled me.”
She read the message with intensity.
“What do you see?” Quinn said.
“It’s Sophie Daddy. The sounds came to her too.”
Priya messaged Sophie.
“Me 2. I’m shaking. cu tomorrow. Did Amy hear the sounds?”
“No, she didn’t.” Sophie messaged back.
Nisha stood up from the table and motioned Priya to follow. An unreasonable fear twisted her guts into a knot, but she didn’t want to make Priya even more frightened.
“Let’s go back to my computer and watch what’s happening. I’m sweating, but this is exciting.”
“Wait for me!” Quinn said as they left the room.
“Amazing,” Nisha said. “There’s a flood of tweets from here on the west coast of North America, around to central Asia, but none from Europe or Africa. Only a few tweets originate from the east coast compared to eight hours ago. That’s a different configuration than the last time.”
Nisha manipulated Google Virtual Earth on her screen with the Twitter data overlay and noticed a pattern. Uneasiness settled over her as she spun the world around.
“The Earth has rotated about 1/3 of a turn in the eight hours since we detected last sounds. The tweets shifted 1/3 of the way around the earth. I think the sounds are coming from somewhere off the earth. It’s as if the sounds ‘set’ on the east coast like a sunset and ‘rose’ in central Asia like a sunrise. In a few hours, I think they’ll set here too.”
“Mom, you’re freaking me out,” Priya said.
Nisha tried not to upset her, though she feared the worst. She didn’t think Priya had the maturity to handle these events. However, she always insisted on openness and transparency. She wiped her sweaty palms on her shirt and put her arm around Priya who sat tightly against her.
“It’s okay Pree. Isn’t this exciting? This what science is all about. Discovering the answers to mysteries. If the sounds return in a few hours, we might not detect them here because we’re on the opposite side of the earth from where they originate. Hmm, when I spin the globe, ‘Earth’ seems like a funny name for this planet. Its surface is mostly water, not earth as in soil.”
“It is exciting, but I feel like throwing up,” Priya said.
Nisha squeezed her.
“It’ll be okay.”
Nisha tweeted, “I’m noticing a pattern in tweets about the #WeirdSounds. Will keep you updated.”
She added another tweet to start a discussion with her astronomer friends around the world.
“If you speculate on the #WeirdSounds, post them here. #Astronomy.”
They watched the tweets for a few hours as the stream slowed down. People speculated.
“I think the #WeirdSounds are from outer space. #Astronomy.”
“Think of a more original meme next time losers. Bogus #WeirdSounds #astronomy.”
“The #WeirdSounds are real! #Astronomy.”
“This #WeirdSounds thing is a farce. #GetaLife @NishaAstro.”
“@NishaAstro, I used to respect you as a legitimate scientist.”
An hour later, Priya and Quinn sat close by as Nisha worked on a large sample of Twitter location data. She created an overlay map on Google Earth showing the #WeirdSounds tweets recorded after the two occurrences of the sounds.
“Guys, you may not believe this,” Nisha said. “The Earth has rotated, but the angle of origin of the sounds didn’t move. Let me show you.”
She rotated Google Earth. The tweets moved across the earth but stayed in place in relation to the stars. The effect was like the pattern of sunlight striking the earth staying in place as the earth rotates.
“I’ll need a few more data points to be sure but…”
“But what Neesh?” Quinn said.
Nisha held up a finger.
“Wait a minute.”
She turned to the computer and tweeted, “From Twitter data, #WeirdSounds coming from direction of Saturn. #Astronomy.”
“Saturn?” Priya said.
“Yes. They’re not necessarily from the planet itself, but surely from that general direction. The distance might be closer or much further away. I don’t know.”
This created an explosion of tweets, many of them skeptical.
Midnight came and went. They stayed wide awake, but school awaited Nisha and Priya in the morning. Quinn had an art installation due early. Priya slept in their room in a sleeping bag.