[ 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 .

`` Arqur Terra, sordeis arqur terra.'' I whisper to myself bemusedly. `` Rultes tain surendo carble tres.'' 
 
 My daughter, Silvia, looks at me uncomprehendingly. `` Mommy, what are you saying? I ca n't understand you.'' 
 
 I smile down at her, patting her head. `` Oh, do n't worry about it, Sweetheart. It's just a weird language I created for myself as a child.'' 
 
 Her eyes widen in wonder, and she pulls at my skirts. `` So what'd you say, Mommy? Do you think anybody else could understand you?'' She glances around us warily, as if we were sharing some deep, dark secret that nobody else could know. 
 
 I laugh. `` No, I do n't think anybody else knows my language. It's called Plurilon, by the way. What I said just now was'Planet Terra, come in Planet Terra. Our ship has been damaged and we need somewhere to land.'' 
 
 Silvia nods, face screwed together as she attempts to understand. `` Why would you say that, Mommy? It does n't make much sense, you know.'' 
 
 I start to answer, but suddenly catch myself. Why DID I say that? I had n't used Plurilon since I was eight, when some kids started bullying me because of it. The message did n't make much sense, either- it had just randomly popped into my head as something that had to be said. `` I... honestly have no idea, Sweetheart. I guess it'll just be one of those mysteries- you know, like'where's the cookies I left out here?' or'who in the world could have drawn all over the bathroom wall?'.'' I glance at her, hoping to coerce her into admitting to her crimes. 
 
 Silvia raised an eyebrow and stopped walking. `` Mommy, what if it was another life form, talking to us through you?'' She reasoned. `` You have to answer back and tell them it's okay to land. If you do n't they're going to die, right? They did say their ship was damaged.'' 
 
 I smile, deciding to go along with my little daughter's scheme. `` Alright, Sweetheart, here we go-'' I begin speaking in Plurilon. `` Wereltekka, surteblus chiibo, suva placerin ulta sagis kell levar kures tain, esso xi sar bellad suva bland savblar. [ Attention, unidentified spacecraft, please state your names and size of ship, as well as your intentions in coming here. ]'' I begin to translate for Silvia, but suddenly another'transmission' comes pouring from my mouth instead. 
 
 `` ( It's a bit difficult to do the Plurilon, so from now on I'm just going to say it in [ English ], alright? Okay. ) [ We are four members of a small crew, headed by Captain Sol of our planet, Zel. We were sent from our home planet to enslave the master race upon Planet Terra. Our ship is thirty Belts wide and twenty Belts thick. ]'' 
 
 I calculate out the size of their vessel in my head. `` Thirty Belts is about... Oh! Only about six feet! We could probably have them land right in our backyard!'' I begin imagining a whole new brilliant game to play with my daughter. If we were to wrap some blankets around her old play- set, we could make it the'space ship' and the whole family could play as the aliens, just now landing on Earth's surface. I quickly'answer' back. `` [ Alright, Captain Sol and crew, you've been permitted to land. In about 60 Wattes, the access point will be in a small backyard which will be safe for you to land in. Please wait the appointed time, then make your landing. There will be somebody there to greet you, so please feel welcome to use the facilities connected to the backyard. ]'' 
 
 `` [ Affirmative. ]'' Comes the automatic reply. 
 
 Grinning giddily to myself, I grab Silvia by the hand and run with her back home. There, I tell her to wait in her room for about five minutes, then to come out into the backyard to wait for the aliens to arrive. The rest of the family is assembled; we march outside, lay the blankets on thick, and wait patiently for Silvia to come outside. 
 
 Just as she's opening the screen door, peering out into the yard for signs of life, a great roar comes from the sky. I look up, shocked, to see a massive silver bullet bearing straight down upon us. My eyes widen. Dear lord, what have I gotten us into? I remember the message I had received. Glancing around, the graveness of the situation suddenly dawns upon me. Enslave the master race? 
 
 I sprint from the fort, grabbing my precious daughter and hurrying in side. My husband and teenage son follow closely behind, confused and disoriented. `` Quick!'' I scream. `` Run, and do n't look back! We're in terrible danger!'' 
 
 It's too late. The ship is upon us. It burrows itself deep into the ground, smoke billowing from where it created a crater in the earth. I look back, terrified, as the ship's door slowly opens. A ghastly, slimey face peers out, pulling itself into a sinister smile when it sees me. `` [ Hello, foolish humans. How naive you are. Truly. ]''
