Deep Field Listening Post · Array Seven · Night shift
For sixty years we listened. Tonight, three signals are coming in at once, and the night-shift operator went home with a migraine. The console is yours. Tune the dish. Pick your words carefully. They are listening back.
Scripted preview · No AI yet, just us and a very long night
Drag the tuner until the waveform locks. Three voices are out there. One frequency is not on any chart, and it has been humming since before the Earth cooled.
Hint: the Ooloth sit low, a lonely kid sits in the middle, and the poets drift high. Arrow keys work on the tuner.
Signal locked. Choose your opening transmission:
Discoveries: 0 / 0
Ambassador clearance granted. You heard everything Array Seven heard tonight. Join the waitlist below and your invite carries the Ambassador callsign.
Something in this room is still unexplained. The control room photo has secrets; so does the dial.
The console above is hand-scripted. The app we want to build is not. Each civilization is an AI with its own culture, temperament, history and slowly evolving language. They remember you. They misunderstand you in interesting ways. Some of them are lying.
Tap the one you would actually choose. Nothing is charged; this tells us what to build.
Early testers get the first build of the app, a say in which civilizations we write first, and the transcript of the night Array Seven heard the Hum.