"Revelation and the nature of truth must be viewed in reference to the structure of language."

- Kenneth Lee Pike

Earth, New York City, United Nations Headquarters. June 29th 2038.

It was a radiant summer day in New York City. The skies were clear, and the sun blazed at its zenith, casting sharp shadows over the bustling streets. Outside the United Nations Headquarters, crowds gathered, their voices a low hum of curiosity and anxiety, mirrored by the frenetic activity within. Inside the General Assembly Hall, 198 representatives from every recognized nation on Earth were gathered, their faces betraying varying degrees of curiosity, anxiety, and resolve. Hundreds of journalists and cameramen lined the upper gallery, their lenses trained on the central podium where UN Secretary-General Ryan Fürst would soon stand.

The hum of whispers, shuffling papers, and the faint clicking of camera shutters filled the vast room. Outside the walls of the assembly, billions of people worldwide tuned in—on televisions, radios, smartphones, and social media platforms. Humanity held its collective breath, awaiting what was promised to be a revelation that would redefine their place in the universe.

The chamber quieted as Fürst, dressed impeccably in a dark suit, approached the podium. A man of commanding presence, his piercing blue eyes surveyed the room with a solemn intensity. His deep voice broke the silence as he began.

“Ladies and gentlemen, esteemed representatives of the nations of Earth,” he started, his tone measured and steady. “Today marks a historic moment in human history—an event that will define not just our generation but the future of humanity itself. I thank each of you for being here and for your service to the people you represent. To the billions watching around the world, I say this: you are witnessing the dawn of a new era.”

He paused briefly, letting his words settle before continuing.

“Several weeks ago, on June 18, 2038, something extraordinary occurred. At a supporting facility for infrastructure development in the Indian colony of New Hin’d on Gaia, humanity made its first verifiable contact with intelligent extraterrestrial life.”

A murmur spread through the room. Delegates exchanged shocked glances, while cameras zoomed in on Fürst’s expression, which remained grave.

“Yes, you heard me correctly,” he continued, his voice unwavering. “Gaia, the world we believed to be an untouched sanctuary for humanity’s survival, is home to multiple intelligent species. What we initially thought to be a pristine and uninhabited planet has revealed itself to be anything but.”

The room fell silent again as he relayed the details. “At the New Hin’d facility, workers were unexpectedly confronted by a group of extraterrestrial beings. These creatures, whose appearances and behaviors were unlike anything we have encountered before, attacked the facility. Tragically, this misunderstanding led to the deaths of dozens of innocent civilian workers.”

Fürst’s voice grew heavier as he recounted other encounters. “Since that first contact, similar incidents have occurred elsewhere. In the Turkish colony of New Çatalhöyük, a devastating attack by beings resembling avians resulted in the deaths of eighty settlers. In the joint Nordic Nations colony of New Scandinavia, horned beasts resembling hairy bull massacred over one hundred and fifty workers in the forests of Tyresta.”

Gasps and murmurs erupted from the assembly, journalists frantically scribbling notes or speaking into live microphones. Fürst raised a hand to quiet the room.

“Not all first contacts have ended in tragedy,” he said, his tone softening. “In the South African colony of New Johannesburg, our settlers encountered beings resembling zebras. These creatures displayed no hostility, and though we were unable to establish dialogue due to language barriers, the encounter was peaceful. This gives us hope—hope that coexistence may yet be possible.”

He paused, his gaze sweeping across the room. “Humanity now stands at a crossroads. We must decide how we approach this unprecedented challenge and opportunity.”

Fürst took a deep breath, his resolve apparent. “To this end, the United Nations has mobilized hundreds of scientists, linguists, and cultural experts from around the world. These brilliant minds are working tirelessly to understand the languages, behaviors, and cultures of Gaia’s inhabitants. Our goal is simple: to establish peaceful dialogue and build a bridge of coexistence between our species.”

He continued, his voice growing firmer. “However, we must also be prepared for the worst. The UN Security Council has authorized a substantial deployment of national and international troops to Gaia to ensure the safety of our colonists. These forces will act as a defensive measure only, ensuring that our mission to evacuate Earth and secure humanity’s survival continues without delay.”

The room buzzed with renewed whispers, a mix of relief and apprehension rippling through the delegates. Fürst’s voice cut through the noise.

“To the billions watching around the world, know this: humanity’s resolve is unshakable. We will not abandon our mission. The second wave of colonization will proceed as planned, and together, we will face whatever challenges lie ahead.”

Fürst’s tone shifted to one of inspiration. “Today, we are reminded that we are not alone in the universe. This knowledge humbles us, challenges us, and drives us to be better. Let us move forward with courage and unity, for the decisions we make now will echo through the ages. Together, we will rise to meet this moment.”

He stepped back from the podium, his speech concluding to a wave of stunned silence. A few moments later, scattered applause broke out, growing into a standing ovation from many delegates.

As Fürst exited the stage, hundreds of reporters surged forward, shouting questions:
Reporter 1 (CNN) : “What do these aliens look like?”

Reporter 2 (FOX NEWS) : “Will humanity go to war with them?”

Reporter 2 (MSNBC) : “Are they technologically advanced?”

Security personnel ushered the Secretary-General away, leaving the questions unanswered. The broadcast ended, but the discussions it sparked would continue indefinitely.

Author's note: This will be our first "joke" chapter, exploring the stupid things that random characters do in this story. Please don't take this too seriously!

Earth, Los Angeles, United States of America. June 29th 2038.

Kyle lay sprawled across his bed, a mountain of discarded pizza boxes, soda cans, and crumpled snack wrappers forming a chaotic landscape around him. The dim glow of his computer monitor illuminated his face, a pale and doughy complexion accentuated by a thick layer of grime. His eyes, glazed over from hours of screen time, flickered as he scrolled through endless feeds of online content.

A sudden notification interrupted his digital reverie. It was a breaking news alert: the UN Secretary-General, Fürst, was addressing the world. Kyle clicked the link, his interest piqued.

As he watched the broadcast, Fürst's words echoed through the room. The Secretary-General spoke of a groundbreaking discovery: the existence of intelligent life on a distant planet, Gaia. A surge of excitement coursed through Kyle. This was it. The moment he had been waiting for.

With a newfound sense of purpose, Kyle leapt from his bed and rushed to his computer. He logged into Wikipedia and began furiously typing, updating the entry on the discovery of extraterrestrial life. His fingers flew across the keyboard, his mind racing as he meticulously crafted the new information. Within minutes, the Wikipedia page was updated, reflecting the latest news.

Kyle's next task was to bring the news to life. He fired up his drawing tablet and began sketching the alien creatures described in the UN's press release. His artistic skills, honed through years of practice, allowed him to bring the creatures to life with stunning detail.

He depicted them as colorful, four-legged beings, engaging in "inappropriate activity" with UN peacekeeping forces. Once the drawing was complete, Kyle uploaded it to R34. Within minutes, it went viral, attracting thousands of likes and re-upload. He had become one of the first artists to visually depict the new species in a "unique" way.

With the initial excitement over, Kyle returned to his usual routine. He logged back into Reddit, where he moderated several popular subreddits. He spent hours scrolling through comments, removing spam, banning users who disagree with his political beliefs, and engaging with the community. He was a digital guardian, ensuring the health and vitality of the online world.

As the day wore on, Kyle continued his work, oblivious to the passage of time. He ate a hastily consumed McDonald's meal, his only break from his digital pursuits. His room, a dimly lit sanctuary, was a testament to his dedication. Trash piled high, sunlight and grass was a distant memory, and the scent of stale pizza hung in the air.

Kyle was not alone. Thousands of others, like him, were working tirelessly to document, analyze, and share information about the new world. They were the unsung heroes of the internet, the digital guardians who kept the flow of information flowing.

Author's Note

Announcement : This December I will be having my semester exams, So during these 2 weeks my ability to write will be limited, I will still write though. And, I need help with creative ideas, I'm out of ideas for chapter 24, anyone who wants to help can DM me.

By the way, this is the new propaganda poster art for this fic. Yes, Celestia will have a mental breakdown when she sees her kingdom slowly being conquered later in the story.