Arlock writes (personal). An outlet for Glossolalia

First Contact


ArmyAnt

I have a concern, a worry, a niggling question I can’t answer.

If we do ever contact an intergalactic species, how are we going to pass their Turing test? How do we display that we are sentient, aware in our own right, rather than just bio-chemical machines programmed to replicate? There isn’t a single human act I can think of that isn’t replicated by creatures we wouldn’t consider truly sentient ourselves. Maybe that’s why we’ve been left alone, maybe we’re the galactic equivalent of Army Ants.

 

“Now that’s a particularly nasty species down there, better not land, it might get up in the landing gear.”

I’m tempted to say that music might save us. But if whatever we meet doesn’t use air vibrations as a means of communication, we are so screwed.

Comments more than welcome…

Now there’s a short story, the first meeting with an alien race, and the Muzak being piped in before the conference as a trance like-effect on the delegation. They become addicted, and humans become the aural-drug pushers to the galaxy. Chill to Bach, trip to AC/DC, overdose to Dub-Step.

Speaking of short stories, never forget They’re Made of Meat, by Terry Bisson.

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