A phonecall.

Hello? Oh, good, it's you. Don't be scared. I am from Earth originally, many lightyears back in my generation of the family. We don't speak Earth anymore, so please accept my excuses if our translation is not contingent. This is the first time we are attempting to translate into Earth.

I am here to communicate information to you in spoken words.

Yes, you, though you feel very measly now.

I know how close you are to giving up all hope. Your hopes have been dashed time and time again. I'm writing to let you know what's going to happen in what you call January in what you call the two thousand and twentieth year of the common era. Hang on, we have a bug inside the tin.

While no one now thinks of the coronavirus as a blessing, it was a good thing for your kind. Increasingly aware of the power of democracy, many legally recognized subjects or nationals of state or commonwealths worldwide joined the fight to preserve ecosystems.

Billions of what you call US dollars were poured into ocean conservation, allowing oceanographers and marine biologists to continue learning from the sea without the interference of capitalism.

Fossil fuel funding was almost entirely pulled and put towards renewable energy. People soon no longer used ion lithium batteries and instead relied on what you called 'sunnies', or solar-powered battery systems.

This was a great innovation for your people. Eventually, over time, your oligarchies dissolved in favor of peace and harmony. State representatives were elected for the content of their character, rather than how well they could manipulate mediatic content.

Your species will die, of course, but not for another thousand years, at least.

I hope this has glorified your day!

Professor Xitllfeyijsg of Jug6789, Planet 廢物一個哈多位搜救