Level One

The air is still and thick with heat. Every now and then, a lonely hoot emerges from the shrill cry of cicadas and dissolves into the night. You sing to yourself sometimes just to ease the loneliness of it all, or to drown out that monotonous drawl, but you’re not entirely sure who sounds worse, you or the cicadas? 
You have been stationed out here at Tidbinbilla, Canberra at the Deep Space Communications Centre for the past ten years. No transmission from outer space has ever been received. Only tiny blips, that signal space debris and satellites passing through.

Until today. 

When the first alarm sounds to signal communication you barely flinch, but as the message continues beeping through in binary code, the realisation dawns upon you, that this is no ordinary satellite or passing comet. The moment you have dreamed of since you stared up at the Milky Way as an idealistic young boy has finally arrived. Contact from outside our known world has been made, if only you can read it.

When the storm ripped through here last night it disconnected the phone towers, and the internet; you are effectively cut off from communicating outside the station when you receive this transmission.

Without any help from the outside you must decode this message the old school way, and the fate of the entire planet Earth rests on you and how quickly you can decipher it.