[ WP ] Throughout your childhood you are made fun of for `` making up your own language '' , till Earth is contacted by another race and you are the only one that understands them .

I remember the exact moment my date with Amy went south. It was when I started discussing my hobbies. 
 
 ``... hiking, craft beer, and conlanging.'' 
 
 I watched Amy scrunch up her face in confusion, followed by the inevitable question. `` I'm sorry – con - what? Also, how is'craft beer' a hobby?'' 
 
 `` Conlanging! It's the creation of *con*structed *lang*uages. Basically I make up new languages.'' 
 
 Her facial expression had n't changed at all. `` Um. Why?'' 
 
 `` Lots of reasons! Let's see. Have you ever seen Game of Thrones?'' 
 
 `` No.'' 
 
 `` Oh. Well, they have a conlang - sorry, constructed language - called Dothraki. It's really neat!'' 
 
 `` Uh, okay.'' 
 
 -- - 
 
 Apparently my roommate Brad had spoken with Amy after our date. `` Dave, I'm gon na have to stop introducing you to my single friends if you keep bringing up that language stuff.'' 
 
 `` *Conlanging*. And I'm sorry man, but I feel like it came up pretty organically this time.'' I strode over to the fridge and grabbed another couple beers for myself and Brad. 
 
 `` Thanks.'' Brad grabbed the beer from my hand and started to open the bottle against the side of our coffee table when he could n't find a bottle opener. `` Either way, no one cares if you're working on a new form of Klingon.'' 
 
 `` Brad, it's a screw top. And *Davish* is not a'new form of Klingon.' It's an attempt to take the best parts of all the world's languages, eliminate the imperfections, and create the perfect medium of communication.'' 
 
 `` Whatever. Anyways, you been keeping up with this aliens stuff?'' 
 
 `` What? Oh, yeah. I do n't really pay attention to all that. Probably a hoax.'' 
 
 Brad started playing with his phone. `` No dude, this is real. NASA confirmed it. Latest is they sent us a recorded transmission.'' 
 
 `` Wait. There's a recording? Like an audio recording?'' Now I was interested. An alien language? 
 
 `` Yeah! Here, check it out.'' He tapped something on his phone and then shoved it in my face. There were some beeps, and then, unmistakably: 
 
 `` Tram-mļöi hhâsmařpţuktôx.'' 
 
 *No fucking way. * I snatched the phone from Brad, read the article and played it back a dozen more times before I was sure. *The aliens were speaking Davish*.
