Two plaster UFOs fly into a dilapidated room. Scanning the room as they turn, their lasers paint infrared designs on a square cut in the wall seeking answers. But the corrugated cardboard reveals only mysterious symbols left by a vanished race. Panning as they pivot in tandem, each filling out the other’s display, the two crafts examine a tile floor. They find no writing to photograph there. Rising, they fly close to the box and add the symbols to their growing lexicon. All they need now is the key to unlock the language of a dead race.
For the Friday Fictioneers