100-Word Fiction: "Found in Space"

Out of all the things to find in space, it had to be a copy of Dan Brown’s “The Da Vinci Code.” I don’t necessarily dislike either Dan Brown or his bestseller (though I know many nit-picky people who do); I’m just a little peeved that this is potentially the first impression our intergalactic neighbors might have of us Earthlings. It’s such an arbitrary business: What if they really wanted to connect and share their knowledge with our planet, but then read this book and decided to conduct their studies elsewhere? Why couldn’t it have been a Junie B. Jones?