Isaidub: The Martian

Isaidub remained where it had always been: part-structure, part-song, part-invitation. It was not monstrous. It was not benevolent. It was a voice that made tools sing and minds listen, and in the end it asked a quieter question than the one humans had expected to answer: if a planet can shape a language from its own bones, who, then, is doing the listening?