Author Note:
This story presents some Mexican characters who have very briefly stated opinions about their Northern neighbor which are told from their point of view. I tell stories from the minds of my characters, which means they are often limited perspective, sometimes with subtle hints that a wider narrative exists, but not always. The story makes no attempt to add a character who has a counter point of view because it takes place where it takes place. Readers wanting a counter point of view will see that in volume five which will mostly take place in that Northern country.
This is meant to be a shared universe. Once I figure out how, I will put out guidelines to contribute. For now ask me in a message if you wish to know. All stories should have the tag: nagf so they can be found on literotica (stands for naked alien girlfriend).
The explicit erotica is lesser in this tale than in other stories in this universe, as First Contact is the story that sets the stage for the universe, and introduces my main protagonist, before her more explicit adventures begin.
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Deja que yo te busque y si te encuentro
Y si te encuentro vuelve otra vez
The young historian leaned back into the wicker chair on the balcony of a quaint but large home in the small tropical coastal town as naked people strolled by in the street below and a shuttle descended in the distance. From the look of him I knew he was still a student. I was his thesis. He was just a little older than my granddaughter, who's nude photo he had been admiring before we'd sat down. He in his wicker chair and me on my granite one. She was away at university, or I would have introduced them.
He waved a strand of blue hair out of his eyes as he glanced over to me, a nude old woman relaxing in a granite chair, though I still looked not a day over twenty, and asked; "Tell me your story. We've collected so many official accounts, but I was surprised to find that in all the archives and records, no one has ever taken the story of First Contact from you, despite your role in everything."
And so I began to recount the tale, with a little AI help where my memory was rough; but we do as we can.
I remember the day my parents went away. We had a funeral for them out in the park, and then Teacher walked me home and put me to bed. It was a strange day, none of my friends were there. Just Teacher.
The next time I woke up, I was a year older, and I came to realize that my parents had actually passed away millions of years ago, long before I had been born. It was time for me to begin learning the truth, and my purpose.
Slowly I learned history, math, biology, poetry, and so many other subjects. I discovered I loved to paint and watching romantic movies that in time I learned had been made eons ago before the world had died.
When I was old enough, I was told we were the last of humanity, floating through space on a giant colony ship towards a star people believed might have a planet that could support life. A fleet of seed ships had been sent in different directions, all there had been time for. The odds were most of them would find nothing but lifeless solar systems, but if even one made it to a new world, humanity would endure.
In the end, as those with power played games for wealth and status, the world burned in a climate disaster. When we were sent away, the very atmosphere itself was in the process of burning away as the Sun itself started to die.
We were sent as frozen embryos; products of the last and desperate, randomly mixed with others for as much genetic diversity as possible. Half morbid eugenics, half lottery. The Arks of the wealthy and powerful having left long before ours. By the time I was born, Earth had long since become just another cold dead rock in the vast emptiness of space.
But also by that time; we had already arrived. It was a star not unlike our dear departed Sol. with a planet almost the same size, full of water and lush green forests. Full of life.
Or at least it had been. In the millions of years since we had left, flying as close to light speed as we could, life on this new planet had evolved. Intelligent life had thrived, built a vast civilization full of many cultures, much history. Love and conflict together had shaped the people we would now have to appeal to. But they were also dangerously down the path to the same crisis we had been too slow to conquer.
There was no other choice. The ark ship had no ability to go any further. Teacher; our great AI nanny, was just a complex algorithm with a mission to fulfill. Not a true mind of her own, she only had two choices to pick between.
Sleep, and wait for the aliens below to burn out their candle, hoping the planet was still habitable after their extinction, or contact, pray for peace, and teach them how to overcome the disaster.
That I had finally been born was testament to the choice for contact. At least limited. The Ark was hidden behind a distant gas giant at the far end of the system, and a small number of us had been birthed. A mere hundred thousand. An even smaller number were sent to make Contact in waves. If successful we would be able to form families and await our brothers and sisters in the next generation. If not, most of us were to be held back, to produce new embryos before going to sleep, never to wake again.
So with that heavy burden, that the lives of so many people were on my shoulders, I and four of my sisters were put in a small ship as the First Contact, sent to land in an urban center with a lot of exposure. The plan was to ensure the whole world below us knew we were there, and gauge the reaction as we plead for refuge. I felt wholly unready and incompetent for the task.
At this point I was still in the dream, the reality simulation that had been my whole life up till now. I had just hit the age for an adult woman back on Earth. This new world passed it's star much slower, so by their standards I would have only two thirds as many years to me, twenty of their cycles.
Teacher explained that many of our sensors had been lost in the long dark of space, that we did not know what kind of alien lived on the planet below. We could sense the chemistry of the planet, and tell that just like us, they lit up their night sky with electric lights, but we had been unable to decode their broadcasts, and I had not even a camera to see outside.
I was scared out of my wits, but I was chosen. Humanity's last hope rested on me. The AI had picked me to be the first one out the door, simply because it felt my love of romance might make me less aggressive. I was not even a scientist, diplomat, or soldier. Just an artist by temperament alone. Not the smartest way to pick a leader I guess, but no one had any experience in this. Who was I to say?
We were all seated in a plain white room, looking at each other with a mix of fear and excitement.
"What do you think's out there?" A girl to my left asked.
"I just hope they're friendly," I offered. "I... I want to keep living."
"What if they have tentacles and want to probe us?" Another girl let out with a grin.
"Ew gross, you watch too much porn," the one next to her stated as she leaned away.
I realized I didn't know their names. Then I realized I didn't know my own name. I turned and looked at Teacher, asking "What's my name?"
"That's funny, I don't know my name either," the last girl, sitting on my right, blurted out.
"Time for that later dear, we're almost through the atmosphere," Teacher said.
