Dr. Crawford ran up the walkway to the lab doors. Her bedroom slippers squelched in the puddles and she pulled her bathrobe tight to ward off the cascading sleet. Wind tore the knob away from her hand and the crack of the door against the wall ricocheted down the hall.

Madison's head popped out of the communications room. His face picked out in the cathode glow that was the only light in the building.

"Doctor! I didn't think you'd get my message in time."

"How could I let this slip me by?" Dr. Crawford elbowed past. "When did the signal come through?"

"This data coming back from the distributed network was originally received by the telescope two weeks ago. We had high hopes, considering the relative organization of pulses in the base signal."

Crawford leaned in toward the screen. Characters began to scroll into view. The radio transmissions of other galaxies coalesced into words. Contact with another intelligent race of beings!

Crawford read aloud: "B1g news of nu 1nv3stment oppor-

"Dammit! How did this get through our spam filters?"

Madison shrugged and looked at the floor.

"Fine." Crawford pushed back from the monitor. "Just put the Denaraes cluster on the blacklist." She left wet footprints behind as she walked back to the car.

Henceforth, I shall not write music for puny humans. My compositions shall be for choirs and orchestras of ALIEN BEINGS!

And computers, I guess.

Puppets!

Seriously! Look at the puppets! I'm so happy to be somehow attached to this project. And I'm looking forward to puppet singers too.

Aliens 11.

This Time It's Personal!

Like, Totally, Really Personal!

Like, They're On A First Name Basis!

Episode Three!

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