Transmissions

  • Prologue: The Arrival

    For many cycles, I have watched this planet from afar.The humans call it Earth — blue, restless, full of life…

  • Why Humans Sleep

    Transmission ID 001: Humans know they need sleep, but many of them forget why.They say, “I’ll sleep later,” as if…

  • The Hunger Within

    Transmission ID 002: In this town, food is everywhere — bright, loud, and fast.Every corner shines with signs: Burgers. Pizza….

  • Understanding the Self

    Transmission ID 003: Humans look at each other so much that they forget how to see themselves.They measure their worth…

  • The Fragile Home

    Transmission ID: 004 Across human history, I have watched homes change shape.Long ago, families lived in wide circles — grandparents,…

  • The Noise Within

    Transmission ID: 005 There is a strange hum that fills this planet.It is not the sound of wind or waves,but…

  • The Hollow Smile

    Transmission ID: 006 Humans smile a lot.At work, at school, even when they feel sad.Their mouths move upward, but their…

  • The Endless Want

    Transmission ID: 007 Humans have everything — and still feel they have nothing.They build, buy, and collect,but their hearts remain…

  • The Fear of Stillness

    Transmission ID: 008 Humans are always moving.Running, driving, scrolling, working, worrying.If they stop, even for a moment, they feel something…

  • The Illusion of Control

    Transmission ID: 009 Humans love to plan.They make lists, schedules, alarms, reminders, goals, deadlines.Every hour has a purpose,every minute is…

  • Echoes of Desire

    Transmission ID: 010 Desire is a quiet force at first.It begins like a whisper — small, soft, almost innocent.A new…

  • The Silent Collapse

    Transmission ID: 011 Humans rarely break with noise.They break quietly. Not with shouts, but with sighs.Not with collapse, but with…

  • Harmony Forgotten

    Transmission ID: 012 Humans were not always like this.They were once creatures of rhythm —of seasons, of sunrise and sunset,of…

  • The Cost of Time

    Transmission ID: 013 The more I observe Earth,the more I realize that humans are not simply tired —they are time-poor….

  • The Factory Mind

    Transmission ID: 014 When I look at Earth from afar,its cities glow beautifully —grids of light stretching across the darkness.But…

  • Politics of Fear

    Transmission ID: 015 Fear is one of the oldest forces in the universe.On many worlds, fear helps creatures survive.But on…

  • Faith in Machines

    Transmission ID: 016 Humans once prayed to stars,to oceans,to spirits they could not see. But now, many pray to something…

  • The Vanishing Village

    Transmission ID: 017 Humans once lived in villages.Not just physical villages,but emotional ones —circles of people who shared burdens,raised children…

  • The Debt of Happiness

    Transmission ID: 018 Humans chase happinessas if it were a product. Something to buy.Something to earn.Something that comes with a…

  • The Mirror of Media

    Transmission ID: 019 Humans believe their eyes.But what they see is rarely the whole truth.Often, it is not even close….

  • The Lonely Crowd

    Transmission ID: 020 When I walk through the town’s grocery store,I see a strange contrast: People everywhere—but connection nowhere. Dozens…

  • Inheritance of Silence

    Transmission ID: 021 There is a kind of inheritance on Earththat cannot be seen,measured,or placed in a bank. It is…

  • End of the American Dream

    Transmission ID: 022 For many generations,Earth’s humans—especially in this land—believed in something calledthe American Dream. A simple promise: If you…

  • The Hollow Circle

    Transmission ID: 023 Humans are held together by circles. The circle of family.The circle of community.The circle of nation.The circle…

  • The Door to Renewal

    Transmission ID: 024 For many months,I have watched humans struggle through pressuresfar larger than themselves—systems that overwhelm,circles that weaken,dreams that…

  • Epilogue: When Light Remembers

    For many months,I have walked among humans—through their crowded streets,their silent homes,their fractured systems,and their fragile dreams. I came here…