''TalkToAliens.com'' Unveils ''E-Mail to Aliens''

[Lord_of_the_Dense]

The World's First Public Service for Sending E-Mails into Deep Space

HARTFORD, Conn.--(BUSINESS WIRE)--March 22, 2005--www.TalkToAliens.com, the world's first "Intergalactic Communication System", has announced, that its new "E-Mail to Aliens" service is now available for the public, worldwide.

A user simply visits www.TalkToAliens.com and selects the "E-Mail to Space" option. The user then writes a message up to 1,000 words in length. The service's transmitter then broadcasts the text into deep space.

The E-Mail Service complements the organization's already popular Telephone Service for broadcasting the public's telephone calls -- live -- into space.

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[Walker]

Oh great...now we're gonna start getting bombarded with Alien spam!

I can see it now:

'Build your own cold-fusion reactor from a broken t.v.'
'Breast enlargements- all 3 for $500'
'Learn how to stop time, you'll be the life of the everlasting party!'

                                                     

[canadian]

And if we start submitting our fiction to outer space, we can get alien rejection letters back:

"We have read your story with interest. Unfortunately, it means diddly squat to us and we ask that you refrain from bombarding us further with your drivel.

Sincerely,
Androswerq, Star Cluster 487"

[Vivacious]

Oh great...now we're gonna start getting bombarded with Alien spam!

I can see it now:

'Build your own cold-fusion reactor from a broken t.v.'
'Breast enlargements- all 3 for $500'
'Learn how to stop time, you'll be the life of the everlasting party!'

                                                     

"Dear sir,
                My name is Re#(*%#ter  Bloob&$rrrzvb7 and I am a consulate to the Fggiew23tfarkian Government. I desperately need your help in regaining control of the bazillion dineras held in trust for my family of 16 tentacled Vwartalas."

[Walker]

"Dear sir,
                My name is Re#(*%#ter  Bloob&$rrrzvb7 and I am a consulate to the Fggiew23tfarkian Government. I desperately need your help in regaining control of the bazillion dineras held in trust for my family of 16 tentacled Vwartalas."

Well, I've never been lied to by an alien. Hang on, I'll send you may bank account number.

[santhere]

and the jokes are endless, all boiling down to that this is pretty silly, but also kind of neat

[SharonBell]

Yeah, but what will the aliens think? We're just telemarketers to them! 

[Ed]

I still say it's a dumb idea   What happens if one of those e-mails or phonecalls finds its way to a far off galaxy and into the hands of a race that's a couple million years more advanced than us?  It could be they decide to pay us a visit and make sandwiches out of us for the journey home, or they might think we make good pets, or worse - something we can't even conceive of

It's a bit like a citizen of Bungawunga on the west coast of Africa in the 18th century, sending a message in a bottle that ends up being found by a plantation owner in America, and then whining that they're suddenly enslaved   Stupid idea....

[SharonBell]

I assume they're making money on this nonsense? 

[Walker]

I would imagine so, Sharon. The advertising revenue on a hairbrained scheme like that could be good. You know how people are though- the weirder it is, the more they want it.

that emoticon on your post is cracking me up! 

[SharonBell]

that emoticon on your post is cracking me up! 

After all the smileys, click [more]. That where I found beating the dead horse, one of my faves.

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