They're Listening

A bunch of short aliens about stories.

Beep. Beep.

Rhythmic.

Beep. Beep.

Predictable. 

Beep. Beep.

Mary had been employed at SETI for seven years. Seven years trawling through numbers and datas to the rhythm of the Universe. 

Beep. Beep.

Collecting data.

Beep. Beep.

Reading files.

Beep. Beep.

Listening.

Beep. Beep.

Hoping.

Beep. Beep.

But the years of silence had made Mary cynical. No longer did she believe in little green men. No longer did she believe in life on other worlds. 

Beep. Beep.

Aliens were a myth.

Beep. Beep.

Fiction.

Beep. Beep.

A fairy tale. 

Beep. Beep.

We are alone.

BEEEEEEEEEEEEP.

Mary sat up with a start. They had heard something - in all likelihood it was an anomaly, but an anomaly in itself was a rare occurence. She had been trained and drilled for this. A few switches and the beep ended, replaced by a heart-chilling crackle. From the silence of space, a voice reached out.

"Shhhhh" It said. "They're listening."

The End

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