Contact, redux (but this would be the prequel, it’s happening during the Carter administration).
We do need a reshuffling and a renewed sense of wonder. Maybe an alien transmission would be just the thing. But on the other hand, isn’t belief in aliens already pretty ordinary? You don’t have to go light-years away to find (in John Prine‘s words) humans who ain’t human. There seems to be a clutch of them at 1600 Pennsylvania Ave., for instance.
But seriously…
“…Believing in aliens is suddenly ordinary.
It’s a massive reshuffling of cultural norms.
For every person who eschews their earthly belongings to go live in a commune, there are countless others who live their lives essentially unchanged. For every horrific, family-shattering suicide, hundreds of thousands of individuals push through their existential dread. The human mind is evolutionarily adapted to finding lessons and silver linings in shocking events, and this isn’t the first time humanity has been de-centered in the universe. Deniers exist, of course. People who insist that the Beacon is a hoax, a lie, a trick; people no amount of evidence can persuade. But overall, a sense of wonder prevails.
A name for this newest wonder is chosen: the Rossians.
The Rossians are out there, and they are waiting for a reply. There is a sense of power in this, of connection: It’s our move, and we need to move as one. The United Nations is suddenly taken a bit more seriously. Regions coalesce, speaking of unity. Dead-end negotiations sprout sudden exits. Hostages come home. An array of military forces works in concert to keep an eye on the sky as international hostilities cool and relations warm—not all, not everywhere, and in some cases not for long, but noticeably so. It’s a mental tic many people feel: We are not just members of a tribe or nation, we are members of a planet...” — The Radiant Dark: A Novel by Alexandra Oliva https://a.co/0g5DTOmC