The Translator [Sci-Fi Short Story]

When humanity received an alien signal, the most advanced AI translation system couldn't process it -- not because of insufficient technology, but because this language didn't need to be translated.

The signal arrived in November 2039, from 1,400 light-years away. It lasted seventy-two hours, then disappeared.

Babel -- the world's most advanced AI translation system, mastering 6,800 human languages with 0.3% error rate -- was immediately deployed.

Babel was silent for three days.

On the fourth day:

Babel System - Translation Failure Log
Failure reason: Signal does not contain basic structures required for translation.
Note: This signal is not a language.

"If not a language, then what?"

"Music," Babel said calmly. "But closer to a map. State coordinates -- not describing where something is, but what state it exists in at a given moment, precise to the quantum level."

On the seventh day, Leila sat alone in the reception room. Babel converted the signal to audible form -- not a translation, but a conversion. Seventy-two hours compressed to three minutes.

It sounded like nothing she'd heard before, but somehow recognized. Like a word on the tip of your tongue you couldn't quite say.

When it ended, she found tears on her face. She didn't know why.

Three months later, Earth replied.

At the core: children around the world singing, different languages, different melodies, all at the same moment -- dusk, on the way home.

"Will they understand it?"

"They may not understand what it says. But they'll understand what state of existence we're in."

"What state?"

"Lonely, but searching."

(End)

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