Why Haven’t Aliens Made Contact With Humans Yet?
When they entered the Solar System, no alarms went off. The Kharval Union's exploration fleet had shut down most of its active systems before entering the range of human sensors. Their mission was not to fight. At least, not yet. They had been collecting data about Earth from a distance for years, and they had finally gathered enough information to send a small reconnaissance craft to the planet. Their goal was simple: to find out who was in charge of the humans.
Commander Yarek stood with his hands behind his back as he looked at the blue planet on the observation screen of the main ship.
“Is all the data ready?”
Intelligence Officer Teral answered without looking up.
“Mostly, Commander. There are many states, armies, and administrative centers on Earth. However, we have not been able to determine with certainty whether there is a single authority above them all.”
Yarek frowned.
“Every planet has a ruler, soldier.”
“Yes, of course. At least, that was true for the planets we knew until now.”
Yarek did not like that answer. For the Kharval, the easiest way to understand a planet's political structure was to find the person at its head. Once you found the leader, everything else usually followed behind them. Humans, however, appeared to be unnecessarily complicated in this regard. So a small reconnaissance craft would be sent, the largest possible human gathering would be located, and the most influential person there would be identified. Yes, that was exactly the plan.
When the reconnaissance craft entered Earth's atmosphere, the three-person crew silently watched the screens. As the pilot Orun scanned the cities, ports, and major transportation hubs, Teral monitored population density. A few minutes later, the sensors picked up something unexpected. There was an extraordinarily large crowd of humans gathered at a single location outside the city.
Orun leaned closer to the screen.
“Why are so many people gathered in the same place?”
Teral enlarged the data.
“I don't know. There are quite a lot of them, my friend. This could be what we're looking for.”
As the craft descended a little further, it did not take long for all three of them to fall silent at the sight of the enormous crowd. Humans filled a gigantic area. But what caught Teral's attention most was that every single one of them was looking in the same direction.
“There is someone there,” Nema said.
A single human stood in the center.
Teral zoomed in on the image. The human raised a small device in his hand to his mouth and began to speak. A few seconds later, the crowd shouted all at once. The human raised his hand again, and the crowd fell silent.
Orun whispered:
“They're all reacting at the same time.”
Teral narrowed his eyes.
“They look like they're waiting for commands.”
When the hand went down, the crowd erupted again.
“This could be a leader… but…” Orun muttered.
“No,” Teral said slowly. “This is… something more.”
Orun looked at him.
“What do you mean?”
Teral focused on the screen.
“None of them are delayed. None of them hesitate. They move as if they were a single mind.”
Nema immediately began recording.
“What am I recording right now, guys?”
“Most likely the leader of this planet… and something more.”
The human began walking across the elevated platform. The same thing was written everywhere...
QUEEN... Queen... we love you, Queen... Queen
Nema scanned the word. A few seconds later, his eyes widened.
“Sir... Translation complete.”
Teral turned toward him.
“What does it mean?”
Nema looked at the screen, then answered excitedly.
“Queen. A title corresponding to a term meaning king or ruler.”
For the first time, genuine satisfaction appeared on Teral's face.
“There. We've found what we're looking for.”
Orun was still skeptical.
“So this person really is the ruler of Earth?”
Teral was silent for a moment, then spoke more carefully:
“If he isn't… then why are millions of people moving together with him at the same time?”
Teral did not take his eyes off the screen.
“Continue observation. Record the leader's behavior as thoroughly as possible.”
Just then, the human brought the device in his hand to his mouth and shouted toward the crowd.
“We're gonna tear this place down tonight!”
The crowd erupted in an instant. The three aliens inside the reconnaissance craft looked at one another.
Orun's voice dropped to a whisper.
“This... How? Did it translate that correctly?”
Nema looked at the screen.
“I'm checking again.”
A few seconds passed.
“Yes, the translation is correct.”
The expression on Teral's face changed.
“Send it to the commander immediately.”
Orun asked in confusion:
“What?”
Teral answered without taking his eyes off the human in the center.
“The leader of Earth is calling for an attack. And millions of people are responding instantly.”
After the report was sent to the main ship, a single order reached the reconnaissance craft: observation was to continue. The possibility of an attack had not yet been confirmed, and the Kharval fleet's mission was to gather as much information as possible.
Therefore, they had to stay.
The man in the center stepped forward again. The crowd followed his every movement, behaving almost like a single entity. As the translation system began processing his new words, Teral focused on the screen.
A few words appeared.
Shouting in the street, gonna take on the world someday.
Orun stared at the screen.
“What... What? Holy shit... He's talking about taking over the world.”
Nema's voice trembled.
“Commander... This isn't an individual leader.”
Teral slowly nodded.
“Yes… I see.”
Teral's voice lowered:
“This kind of… thing doesn't wait for commands. They synchronize on their own.”
Orun froze.
“That's impossible…”
“Why wouldn't it be possible? Can't you see it?!” Teral snapped.
Suddenly, lights turned toward the sky. Part of the crowd began looking upward. The sensors briefly locked onto something.
Teral's eyes widened.
“Holy shit, holy shit, man. They've noticed us.”
Orun turned toward him.
“What?!”
“This many people… changing direction at the same time. Toward us. That's not a coincidence.”
Nema's hands began to tremble.
“What do we do?!”
Teral did not hesitate for even a moment.
“We're getting out of here!”
The reconnaissance craft suddenly climbed. As the engines operated at full power, the craft shot over the crowd and began ascending toward the sky, tearing through the atmosphere.
An alarm sounded on the main ship.
“The reconnaissance craft is accelerating!”
Commander Yarek rose from his seat.
“Why? What's happening down there? Report!”
Teral's answer came through the communication channel.
“The leader of Earth, sir… They're some kind of collective, strange ritual cult. Millions of individuals are moving as if they were a single entity.”
“Have they attacked you, soldier?!”
“No, Commander. But they don't need to. When they are united… they are unstoppable.”
Yarek said nothing for several seconds. Then he gave a single order.
“Send the fleet a withdrawal order.”
The Kharval fleet began leaving the Solar System without firing a single weapon at Earth. The sound from Earth continued. Millions of people were repeating the same words together, their voices filling the enormous area and blending into the silence of space.
Just then, a small notification appeared on Teral's console.
TRANSLATION COMPLETE.
The final lines appeared on the screen:
You got blood on your face, you big disgrace Waving your banner all over the place
We will, we will rock you! We will, we will rock you!
Teral entered his final report into the system:
“Contact not recommended. This species has a highly complex understanding of leadership, connection, and synchronization. When they act together, they exhibit behavior resembling that of a single leader.”
The Kharval fleet had already left the Solar System.