Out of this world (standard:other, 688 words)
Author: Lev821	Added: Jan 13 2009	Views/Reads: 3199/0	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
The search for aliens is answered here. Or is it?

Altering the frequency of the radio he had built himself, the noise of
static could be heard once again, but turning the tuner further, he 
came across a voice that he was expecting, as he had been here many 
times before, trawling through the fm, am and medium wave frequencies 
to try and discover a signal, sound, or even voice, that did not come 
from this world. The voice he heard now was that of a taxi firm, 
telling one of its cabs that there was a pickup outside a hotel. He 
always listened in on the police, ambulance and taxis. With a 
microphone attached, he could speak with whoever he listened to, but he 
chose not to do that. It was reserved for any one, or any thing that 
tried to make contact through the airwaves. 

He had converted his shed in the garden into a small station after he
had retired, to send and receive airwave transmissions, rather like 
pirate radio. On top of the shed there was a satellite and a large 
aerial, enabling him to listen in on broadcasts from Europe, including 
their emergency services, but he didn't speak German, or Italian, so 
what they were saying had no meaning to him. Instead, he concentrated 
on the UK, listening, most of the day, for a broadcast from outer 
space. It was the reason he had converted the shed, convinced that if 
aliens were to make themselves known, it would be through radio waves. 
He was in there most of the day. As when he wasn't he was usually 
always thinking: ‘What if they are trying to contact now?', so he had 
made the shed his second home, with his headphones on, listening to 
static, or white noise incase there was something he didn't recognise, 
waiting for alien communication. 

He decided he would try the radar frequency, even though he didn't have
the correct equipment for it to work properly, it did however, let him 
listen to airplane transmissions, but they never said anything exiting, 
simply saying something about coming into land, with the station saying 
that they are now cleared to land, so he didn't bother much with 
listening to them. When he did, he found himself falling asleep with 
boredom. If he'd had proper radar, he would be able to scan the skies 
for any objects that could be deemed unidentified. However, having 
enquired at an army base in the midlands, he was told they couldn't let 
him buy any, so he had to make do with minimal radar equipment that 
allowed certain pulse radio broadcasts to be listened in on, such as 
that of the airplane, and sometimes ships that were in nearby waters, 
but they were just as dull as the airplane broadcasts, so he hardly 
listened to them either. He switched the radar scanner to that of 
microwave frequency, higher than that of normal broadcasts, and heard 
something he had not heard before at this level. It was a high pitched 
tone, or whistling, fused with a crackling sound, like when listening 
to a radio station not quite on the exact frequency, with the whistling 
being what is broadcast. “Hello, hello, is there anybody out there?” 
came a voice. He was stunned, frozen with shock. This had to be from 
outer space, without question. This frequency was not used for 
communication, as it would not be audible without the correct 
equipment, rather like regular radio and mobile phone communication. If 
they all operated on the same level, then everybody's calls could be 
heard, and it would be like listening to hundreds of voices at once, or 
in a crowded place, such as a pub, or an audience at an interval. 
Voices can be heard, but not one word can be made out. This level was 
never used as a form of contact, until now. He nervously fumbled with 
the microphone to try a plug it in, and when he did, he shouted a few 
hellos and told them he could hear them. He then asked: “Where are you 
from?”. And the voice replied: “We are from a planet called Earth”. 


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