They received the transmission. But no one could decipher it. Parts of it but never the whole thing.
Neurolinguists at the state department suggested reaching out to woman, but the military refused. “The prefrontal cortex is more adaptive in women for facial scans and linguistic processing. They evolved like that over centuries of being handed out by tribes to make new alliances as hominids evolded. A female’s mind is better suited to this, especially if you could find one who has had considerable time abroad or lived with people immersively who do not speak her native tongue. And Admiral - make it someone you can trust, military or sci-fi background preferably - this isn’t something you want out in the public.”
He refused - the Admiral - for months. He used neural helmets, hormone modification, even a few base buddies who had cerebral modification through trans drugs for other programs. But everyone was catching bits, and this was taking forever.
He picked up the phone. “Doc, you got anyone?’
The doctor pulled a folder from under some books on his desk. Descendants of veterans, those who’ve lived abroad for a while, patriotic, with science and linguistic backgrounds. “Yes, I’ve got a few. May I ask - why now?”
There was a pause on the other end of the receiver. “Doc, bring some neural surgeons. You’ll see why now.”