Kyeo's head hurts very badly. He doesn't remember how he got that way but he can guess that he's taken a blow to the head. That doesn't explain why he's not on a spaceship any more but he should probably not expect to figure that out right now. He looks confusedly at the non-spaceship around him for a minute before closing his eyes.
"Yes! I'm not sure how much you've figured out about what's going on?"
"I figured out it was probably Earth. Other than that I'm very confused. Is there some problem at the embassy? Or is my head still in worse shape than I feel like it is?"
"So what we know is that your language does not exist in any of our records but, linguistically, has patterns associated with an organically developed language as opposed to a constructed language or a language created through a delusion. One of the languages you speak seems to be a mashup of primarily English, Spanish, and Hindi, with sound changes consistent with centuries of linguistic drift. --The linguists love you, by the way, you are going to be the subject of as many dissertations as you consent to be interviewed for."
"Ah," says Kyeo. "- may I see the moon, please."
"Uh, not right now, it's the day time? --You can see a picture of it?"
"It's not urgent but I would like to see the real moon in the sky."
"We can... definitely arrange for you to drive out to the forest tonight."
"So, uh, do you have any idea how you got here from the future?"
"No. Are my shipmates somewhere?"
"Nope, you're the only one here. A guy found you in the middle of Redwood Park."
"I appreciate his help very much."
"Okay. So, uh, my job is to help you get oriented to Cascadia and see if we can send you back-- which apparently we can't because you don't know how you got here either-- and talk to you about giving us any knowledge of the future you happen to have."
"What sorts of things do I need to be oriented to?"
"We're not sure, we've never made first contact before. --I was picked for this job because I taught a semester-long class on xenoanthropology which was supposed to just be an introduction to social science for freshmen with a fun premise but apparently that makes me the closest thing to an expert with a security clearance they have."
"I'm not an alien."
"Well, we don't have anyone who's made first contact with an uncontacted tribe either. --Are there aliens?"
"We haven't found any. What year is it?"
"2049, dating from the alleged birth of Christ."
"Oh, is that what Earth Standard counts from? It's 2152 in Earth Standard when I'm from."
"Oh, good, so not that far in the future. --You ended up fixing the fertility crisis with space colonization, I take it?"
"The... fertility crisis? The thing where we pumped lots of bitoxiphosphene into the air and it made women unable to conceive, or they miscarried, or their babies were born too sick to live?"
"I'm afraid I'm not familiar with it. I'm not a historian, of course..."
"It seems like it would have come up if people on your Earth still had trouble having babies!"