3.
Echoes of Titan (Science Fiction)
The first signal from Saturn’s moon Titan came at 03:17 UTC.
A rhythmic pulse. Three short bursts, followed by a long one. Then silence.
NASA’s Deep Space Listening Array in Chile flagged it immediately. For
three days, it repeated—same pattern, same duration. But no known
natural process could explain the rhythm.
Dr. Leena Avasthi, an astrophysicist with a reputation for chasing
impossible theories, was brought in.
"It’s not random," she said during the press briefing. "It’s deliberate."
Skeptics called it cosmic interference. Leena wasn’t convinced.
The next phase was Project ECHO—a one-way mission to Titan. Leena
volunteered.
Two years later, she stood on the icy plains of Titan, her visor fogged from
her breath. The landscape was alien — methane lakes, orange skies,
shadows that shifted too easily.
Her AI assistant, MIRA, scanned constantly. “No anomalies in the
immediate vicinity.”
But Leena heard something: a soft humming in her earpiece. Not from
Earth. Not internal. It was… there.
She followed it.
Through a narrow canyon, she found a cave emitting faint blue light.
Inside, ancient machinery stood partially buried in the ice. The pulses
she’d heard for two years were coming from this structure.
“Someone—something—built this,” she whispered.
Click.
The machine reacted to her presence, lighting up in concentric circles. A
projection beamed into the air — symbols, shapes, then a voice. Human,
but distorted.
“We reached across the void. You answered.”
Leena froze. “Who are you?”
The voice hesitated, then continued.
“We were here long before you. We left behind echoes — hoping
you would one day listen.”
It wasn’t alive. It was a recording. A message meant to outlast
civilizations.
“MIRA, are you recording?”
“Yes, Doctor.”
The message continued:
“Titan was our last attempt. Earth was once ours. We lost it to
war, greed, and time. If you are hearing this, you may be
repeating our path.”
Then silence.
The light dimmed. The signal ceased. Leena stood motionless, the weight
of the words heavier than Titan’s gravity.
Back on the shuttle, she relayed everything to mission control. The data
was clear. Proof of an extinct civilization — one that had lived, fallen, and
left a warning encoded in ice.
Leena’s mission was no longer about discovery. It was about
understanding. Preserving.
As Earth celebrated the greatest scientific revelation in history, Leena
returned not just with answers — but with a question no one could ignore:
“Will we listen, or become just another echo?”