Dear Diary...

Yesterday…

After all these years of working in the scientific community today, I made a breakthrough. And a remarkable one at that. Every man of Science’s dream! The answers that man has been seeking for a very long time. All these within my grasp.

Do you want to know what it is? Of course, you will know. You, like my diary, is the only thing living or non-living who will know what I am about to tell now.

I have been part of the SETI program for a while. And I am among the elite now. The top echelon of researchers has in their possession a Universal Transceiver. It is what it means. It is used for sending signals into the stratosphere and beyond with a hope that they will be picked up and responded to by ET life forms. In the twenty-three years since this device was mass-produced Earth has been sending such signals continuously from various sources around the world with no effect. Until now.

Today at 1715 hours my transceiver picked up a signal. It is usual for the device to pick up signals occasionally what with a lot of us roaming around with replicas which are on transmitting mode too. Sometimes even radio channels are picked up. Not unusual. But today was different. Initially, I could not hear anything, but it was showing that it was receiving something. Then I heard the barking. Jackie was getting excited. Maybe they were transmitting at a lower frequency. When I took the receiver close to Jackie, I could see him cocking his ears and he gave me a confused look. So, he was able to hear it. I had to know what they were trying to transmit. I hooked up the Trans to my Mac Book and connected it remotely to our satellite database. Within minutes I was getting statistics about the source of the signal, distance from earth and other data and within an hour I was downloading a transcript of translation. How come? If what I had was a translation of their message in some language it could only mean that the ETs knew that language. I wiki-ed the script of the message and I was told it was an ancient South Indian script. When I went in for manual precise decoding, the script matched a present language of up to 95%. Tamil. It could only mean one thing. Ancient South Indians must have had a visitation at some point. I am getting the message translated to English tomorrow and am planning to make contact. Rest for later

Today

Today has been another exciting day and things are going to turn for the best as far as history is concerned.

I got the message translated by my friend Mahakavi, a South Indian. He was intrigued but he did not ask too many questions because he knew it would not make a difference. He said that it was Tamil, but the script was ancient as I suspected. When I asked him about any references of ET visitations, he said that he could only think of one. He said that in epic called Silapadikaaram, the protagonist is said to have been picked up by outsiders in a flying vehicle. From a scientific point of view, it can only mean one thing.

So, once I had the message, I asked him to help me with sending messages back and forth. Once I convinced him that it was with a silly romance game in which I was playing with a girl I met in cyberspace he agreed unwillingly. With his help I made contact.

Here I will record the exciting progress in a gist, and it may well be the last time I do so. This particular ET (it seemed it was just one) with whom I made contact was a friendly one at the beginning and as we corresponded more increasingly so. In the past, it said, their people have visited Earth especially India and it said that some of its ancestors are still there. I was confused by this as if this was true it could not have remained a secret for this many years. When I asked for a clarification it said that they had superior technology with which it was possible to transfer one’s conscious self across space and time into another being in exchange for another self. In other words, exchanging ‘vessels’. So, its ancestors are in India living as human beings. Or were in India. It seemed that sometimes it was required on their planet to go through such exchange programs to gather intelligence. To compare theirs with ours. But it also meant sharing their knowledge which they are okay with. So, this one was on the lookout for a ‘vessel’. It sent an ‘order’ across space and here I was. Was I interested in this offer? Sure, as a man of Science I sure was, but what was in it for me? It did not understand this concept of ‘benefits’. But it nevertheless tried to sell the offer to me. It seemed they were light years ahead of us in technology. Also, genetically they are mutants- at least that’s what they will be called if they lived here. They have ‘abilities’. They have ‘collective intelligence’ which means that what one knows everybody knows. And apart from that, they have the ability to heal and manipulate nature and absorb energy from it. Their sole existence seems to be for intelligence and research. I wanted to be there and live like them. I wanted to live for a change. I wanted to get away from this life. I wanted freedom and this is my destiny. So, I agreed. Tonight, I travel across the galaxy to their planet. We made a pact to return after one year. This will be my last diary entry for this year.

A few days later…

The human transferred awareness with me a week back. Their language is very elementary, unlike the other one. And in this one week, I understood what he meant by ‘benefits’. If I had known I would have asked him to explain my benefits too in this transfer. But I understand that I was purposely misguided. In human emotions, I would feel ‘cheated’.

This human with whom I transferred self is a defective one.

He is confined to a mechanical vehicle. He seems to have a medical condition what human ‘healers’ call ‘lateral sclerosis’. The whole of this human’s vessel from neck downwards seems to be unresponsive. He seems to have been using his vehicle for all his duties. This vehicle resembles human furniture called the chair, but it has wheels and a controller with which I can mobilize myself. And his throat is incapable of producing any sound. He uses another device which he has upon his self at all times, to reproduce his thoughts as sound. I understand that’s how he has been communicating. And there is another device which is a supercomputer of some sort –supercomputer in human standards- and he uses it for everything from typing documents to answering phone calls.

He is a human researcher of Science and the Universe.

And that is not the least of my concerns now. A human year consists of 365 days with each day consisting of 24 hours. I was not aware of this. The Draconian day takes much longer though it feels the same. It may be because of an anomaly in the time-space continuum but according to my calculations, Dronian hour is 35 times longer than a human hour. Then it would take another 30 years for a Draconian year to end.

But humans with lateral sclerosis-like the one this human has, do not live beyond thirty-two years after they were affected and his Wikipedia (a human virtual space for intelligence) page says he has had it from the age of 21.

I am going to perish on earth.

My ancestors always told me humans had something precious. Hope.

It is something diametrically opposite to logical reasoning. But Drones are beings of intelligence. I know only to listen to reason.

If only I was human…

If only I had hope…