Sarah's POV
Loking at my5 year old son, Kal El, peacefully sleeping on his bed, poor thing had tired himself by helping me with my experiments, again.
I don't know if it's my fault or his leneage's fault that he has a great desire to discover the unknown, then remembering his leneage I couldn't help but remember the day I found him.
*flashback 5 years ago*
Sarah's Private island
Like the star he has become in my life forever luminating it,
he arrived (more like crashed, but details aren't important) like one, and let me tell you his days in this world started with a bang.
To this very day my Brother still gives grief about my choice, and I still stand by my choice "and as a woman of science if a discovery is in range I've no choice but to study it, plus it's about the only thing capable of disturbing my moon bathing session, also it being a UFO was a bonus in my book, but I but then again it's James we're talking about at this point it's like it's his job to worry"
Omni POV
Sarah often found solace in the predictable laws of physics, especially while engaging in her preferred method of deep thought: low-intensity solar exposure, colloquially known as "moon bathing" by her less scientific-minded brother, James.
James, ever the worrier, constantly gave her grief about her choices, from her remote lifestyle to her "dangerous hobbies." But
Sarah stood firm; as a woman of science, when a discovery was within range, she had a professional obligation to study it, especially if it was the only thing capable of disturbing her carefully calibrated UV index session. The fact that the disturbance was a bonafide Unidentified Flying Object was simply a bonus for the theoretical applications.The initial detection wasn't visual; her customized sensor array—a highly sensitive multi-spectral scanning system usually tasked with tracking atmospheric anomalies—had registered a massive, rapid shift in localized electromagnetic fields and a unique sonic boom profile that defied conventional aerospace physics.
The immediate priority was preparation. While her custom-fabric bikini was excellent for localized thermodynamics and tanning efficiency, it offered negligible protection against unknown environmental hazards, viral or otherwise. She needed field gear optimized for alien contact scenarios.In her lab, Sarah methodically selected her equipment. She gathered her portable atmospheric analyzer, a shielded sample collection kit, a ground-penetrating radar unit, and several universal sterile containment units, ceremoniously tossing each piece into the reinforced bed of her highly modified Jeep, a vehicle optimized for traversing the dense jungle topography of her private island.She then changed into her standard field uniform: a skintight full-body suit of her own creation.
The fabric was a proprietary polymer weave designed for comprehensive biological isolation, protection against moderate ballistic impact, and thermal regulation. It was her first line of defense against potential xenobiological contaminants.Before starting the engine, she activated her personal environmental seal. A small plate at the nape of her neck, interfacing with the suit's neural network, initiated a low-power energy field generator. A self-sustaining bubble of filtered air covered her head, ensuring she breathed only a sterilized atmosphere and was protected from any airborne pathogens the crash site might be venting.
With systems operational and protocols initiated, she was off. The destination, triangulated by calculating the object's probable trajectory and localized impact data, was the southeastern side of the island. The object appeared to possess some form of advanced stealth technology, effectively cloaking its energy signature post-impact; the only reliable way to track it now was by following its path of sheer physical destruction.
At the Crash Site
It didn't take long for Sarah to arrive. And was it a site to behold. The sheer magnitude of the impact zone was staggering, a raw display of kinetic energy displacement that had leveled hectares of pristine jungle.
Speaking into her wrist-mounted recorder, Sarah dictated her observations for the official log: "Judging by the range of destruction, the object was traveling at speeds well into hyperspace velocities. The impact radius suggests a rapid, uncontrolled deceleration event.
I cannot yet be sure if a braking mechanism was deployed before impact without studying the mass of the object, but all physical signs—the compressed soil stratification, the radial shearing patterns of the flora—indicate an unnatural, high-velocity atmospheric entry. This is definitively not naturally occurring."
And when she finally laid her eyes on the object, sleek and almost bottle-shaped, the abstract data converged into undeniable reality. The answer to the question that had plagued humanity in all its years stood before her: We are not alone.
It was not the shape that drew her in most, but an 'S' like design that adorned the front—or what she theorized was the primary docking center 'Aka The Door'.
She spent nearly an hour running comprehensive diagnostics, deploying automated drones to ensure no dangerous substances, radiation signatures, or exotic matter had been brought along on the journey that had likely spanned lightyears. Once her instruments confirmed the site was biologically inert and radiation levels were safe, she cautiously approached the vessel.
Finally, she touched the object. The moment her gloved fingers made contact with the cold, unknown alloy, the ship reacted. A beam of focused light erupted from a panel that suddenly became visible, performing a full-body scan on her. The sequence entirely bypassed her lab's fail-safes and security protocols.
And Instead of fear, Sarah felt a giddy rush of pure, scientific excitement. The technology she was encountering operated on principles she couldn't yet grasp—a golden opportunity for groundbreaking research.
A synthesized voice issued a series of commands in a highly complex, untranslatable language:
SCAN COMPLETE: ✅
FULL MEMORY DIVE: ✔️
EMOTIONAL SCAN: ✔️
LINGUISTICS STUDY: ✔️
DNA & DESIGN SCAN: ✔️
ALL CHECKBOX CLEARED SPECIMEN PASSED TEST
PASSING ON LANGUAGE INFORMATION
BEGINNING MESSAGE.
Her excellent memory ensured she retained every linguistic inflection and tonal pattern of the alien dialect.
The ship then seamlessly switched to flawless English—a result, then repeated what it said before learning the language, she deduced instantly, of the instantaneous 'Linguistics Study' function pulling the language matrix directly from her own subconscious memory during the scan.
Two lifelike holograms appeared, projected with stunning fidelity. The man, a figure of striking physical perfection who nonetheless carried the aura of a scholar, spoke first. "To whoever is listening, my name is Jor-El, Patriarch of the Supreme house of El of Krypton dynasty, and by the time you hear this message, I and the rest of my world will most likely be dead."
Sarah was momentarily stunned by the sheer clarity of the projection and the gravity of his words.
Jor-El continued, detailing the political myopia that led to their planet's demise. The second figure, an equally perfect woman filled with sorrow, joined him.
"We had one last hope, one way to ensure our legacy survived," Jor-El continued. "We built this ship,to carry carries our son, Kal-El. He was meant to be a beacon of hope for our world. As the first Natural born to have been born here in over many millennia he was meant to guide them, to help them, but that hope dies with our world we hope he can now do that for your world, in his ship he carries all our knowledge, our culture, our essence, we hope you use it well lady Sarah."
The woman added, "Protect him. Raise him as your own. He will need guidance. He will be special here, under your yellow sun. He will have powers beyond your imagination."
Jor-El concluded the message with a solemn request that bypassed Sarah's analytical mind and went straight to her heart:
"We ask you, the discover, who we have seen taking care of our son in the future through the use of time technology, to guard our son. Teach him compassion, teach him what it means to be good. Our son is our future."
The holograms faded. The ship's voice returned: "MESSAGE ENDED. BEGINNING RELEASE OF CRYOGENIC SLEEP."
A section of the sleek, alien hull hissed open with mechanical precision, venting a plume of harmless cryo-gas. Inside, swaddled in a simple red and gold blanket, lay a sleeping baby boy.
Sarah reached in and carefully lifted the infant, the future of an entire civilization, into her arms. The baby stirred, opening startlingly blue eyes identical to his father's, and yawned. Sarah the scientist felt a sudden, profound shift in her life's purpose. The woman who analyzed data streams was now, instantaneously, a mother.
"Welcome to Earth, Kal-El," she whispered, adjusting the precious cargo in her arms, her perspective on discovery fundamentally and irrevocably changed.