I remember the day the aliens came. All of them, at once. Their varied spacecraft hovered above every population centre. Then they sent their broadcast.

“We’re really sorry. You probably wondered where we all were. It turns out that someone incorrectly typed your coordinates into our planetary directory.”

After all these years, we had the answer to the Fermi Paradox. It was DNS.


(This will be the first of a series of microfictions using “It was DNS” as the punchline. Bermuda Triangle? It was DNS. Missing mass in the Universe? It was DNS. Who shot JFK? It was DNS. Printer offline? Not DNS, you have to remember to close the cover fully.)

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