Daniel Morgan, age 22.

You look over your personnel file, wincing at the horrid photo of you in the upper left corner.

Morgan, Daniel B.

Age: 22

Sex: Male

Height: 6ft.

Weight: 200 lbs.

Ethnicity: Caucasian

Hair: Brown

Eye: Brown

Cleared for first contact procedures.

You sigh and look out the window of the shuttle. Commercial spaceflight had become quite common since the discovery on mars, with the trip to the moon now a mere tourist attraction.

The intercom beeps and a woman's voice speaks over it.

"Departure in five minutes. Please find your seats."

You do, but it is quite difficult to sit still. After all, you are about to be one of the first people ever to meet aliens. You will be directly involved in the most significant event in the history of mankind. There was a lot of excitement there, but also a lot of pressure. If you screw this up, it could mean the eradication of humanity. You chuckle, thinking that three days ago all you had to worry about was midterms, now the fate of the world rests on your shoulders.

You shake your head. The intercom was beeping again. You strap yourself into your seat and prepare for the launch.