CHAPTER SEVEN
“We?” Dr. Levin asked. She sounded as though she could barely contain her excitement. “Who is we? Are we talking about some kind of alien civilization?”
“Hold on a second,” Professor Brewster snapped, sounding skeptical. “Maybe Kevin’s is the wrong translation. Maybe there is nothing to even translate—maybe it’s just a bunch of noise. Maybe it’s just a figment of the boy’s imagination.”
“Then how did he know the coordinates?” Dr. Levin asked. “We know that someone sent this signal. Just think of the possibilities…”
She trailed off, as if she couldn’t quite comprehend all the possibilities.
“Maybe no one sent it,” another scientist piped up. “Space is filled with signals that have no sender, or receiver.”
“Still,” Dr. Levin insisted, “you can’t discount the possibility t
