It starts with a giggle, then spirals into a sound like a million rubber ducks being towed over intergalactic waves.
"It’s carrier frequency?" the aliens ask, "more like a rubbery frequency!"
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"Betelgeuse on the brink," they whisper, as if discussing fashion trends.
An algorithmic ploy for planetary fame or just alien chitchat?
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Next stop: the Andromeda salon.
Syncopated rhythms from a distant star. It’s like listening to an opera sung by an octopus. Or a drum circle of aliens? Possibly under the influence of Neptune's finest. Join the jam session here.