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ko'a marji lo rectu

By Terry Bisson

   <tab class=wikitable head=top> la .lojban. English (original) ko'a
   marji lo rectu THEY'RE MADE OUT OF MEAT fi'e la teris.bisyn. by Terry
   Bisson - ko'a marji lo rectu They're made out of meat. - rectu ki'a?
   Meat? - rectu .i ko'a marji lo rectu Meat. They're made out of meat. -
   rectu .ue Meat? - .i noda se senpi .i mi'a jajgau so'o ko'a le mi'a
   ninsisli'u marce loi vrici pagbu be le plini gi'e lanli ko'a .i piro
   ko'a cu rectu There's no doubt about it. We picked up several from
   different parts of the planet, took them aboard our recon vessels, and
   probed them all the way through. They're completely meat. - .i la'e
   di'u na se kakne .i le se cradi .e le notci be fo lo tarci cu mo?
   That's impossible. What about the radio signals? The messages to the
   stars? - .i ko'a pilno lo cradybo'a lo nu tavla .i ku'i ko'a na bacru
   lo cradybo'a .i lo minji cu bacru They use the radio waves to talk, but
   the signals don't come from them. The signals come from machines. - .i
   ma zbasu lo bi'unai minji .i .ei mi'o tavla le zbasu So who made the
   machines? That's who we want to contact. - .i ba'e ko'a zbasu .i mi
   troci lo ka cusku le sedu'u lo rectu cu zbasu lo minji vau do They made
   the machines. That's what I'm trying to tell you. Meat made the
   machines. - .i mi'afra tu'a la'e di'u .i .ianai lo rectu cu zbasu lo
   minji .i do cpedu fi mi fe lo ka krici lo si'o lo rectu cu sanji That's
   ridiculous. How can meat make a machine? You're asking me to believe in
   sentient meat. - .i mi cpedu na je minde .i ko'a po'o cu sanji gi'e
   xabju le va pagbu .i ko'a marji lo rectu I'm not asking you, I'm
   telling you. These creatures are the only sentient race in that sector
   and they're made out of meat. - .i xu ko'a simsa lo .orfolei lo ka
   tabyselcmu pensi gi'e farvi fo lo rectu? Maybe they're like the
   orfolei. You know, a carbon-based intelligence that goes through a meat
   stage. - na go'i .i ko'a rectu ca'o lo nu jbena bi'o mrobi'o .i mi'a
   tadni ko'a ze'i so'o nunjmive .i lo rectu cu mutce zasre'i Nope.
   They're born meat and they die meat. We studied them for several of
   their life spans, which didn't take long. Do you have any idea what's
   the life span of meat? - .i xu ko'a simsa lo .uedlei noi le stedu be
   ke'a cu vasru lo dicygapci besna? Spare me. Okay, maybe they're only
   part meat. You know, like the weddilei. A meat head with an electron
   plasma brain inside. - na go'i .i mi'a pensi la'e di'u .i mu'i bo ko'a
   simsu lo .uedlei lo nu se ke rectu stedu .i ku'i mi'o lanli ko'a .i pi
   ro ko'a cu rectu Nope. We thought of that, since they do have meat
   heads, like the weddilei. But I told you, we probed them. They're meat
   all the way through. - .i xu noda .ue besna? No brain? - .i da ja'a
   besna .i ku'i lo besna cu marji lo rectu .i mi troci lenu jmigau do
   la'e di'u Oh, there's a brain all right. It's just that the brain is
   made out of meat! That's what I've been trying to tell you. - .i se
   ni'i bo ma pensi? So ... what does the thinking? - do za'oku naku jimpe
   .i do xarnu lo nu co'e lo se cusku be mi .i lo besna no'u lo rectu cu
   pensi You're not understanding, are you? You're refusing to deal with
   what I'm telling you. The brain does the thinking. The meat. - .i lo
   rectu cu pensi .i do cpedu fi mi fe lo ka krici lo du'u lo rectu cu
   pensi Thinking meat! You're asking me to believe in thinking meat! - .i
   .ie lo rectu cu pensi .i lo rectu cu sanji .i lo rectu cu prami .i lo
   rectu cu senva .i lo rectu cu rolco'e .i do co'a jimpe .i je'i .ei mi
   rapli cfari? Yes, thinking meat! Conscious meat! Loving meat. Dreaming
   meat. The meat is the whole deal! Are you beginning to get the picture
   or do I have to start all over? - .i do junri .i .i'e ko'a marji lo
   rectu Omigod. You're serious then. They're made out of meat. - ki'e do
   .i .uo .uadai ko'a ja'a marji lo rectu .i ko'a troci lo ka tavla ma'a
   puca'o lo nanca be li ji'i panono bei ko'a Thank you. Finally. Yes.
   They are indeed made out of meat. And they've been trying to get in
   touch with us for almost a hundred of their years. - .ue .i le vu rectu
   cu pensi ma? Omigod. So what does this meat have in mind? - .i pamai
   djica lo nu tavla ma'a .i remai pe'i djica lo nu ninsisli'u le rolmunje
   vau .e lo nu simtavla lo drata sanji vau .e lo nu canja lo sidbo .e lo
   datni vau .e zu'i First it wants to talk to us. Then I imagine it wants
   to explore the Universe, contact other sentiences, swap ideas and
   information. The usual. - .i .ei ma'a tavla lo rectu We're supposed to
   talk to meat. - .i la'e di'u sidbo .i ko'a cradi la'e de'u .i "lu coi
   do xu do tirna .i xu do zvati li'u" .e lo simsa That's the idea. That's
   the message they're sending out by radio. 'Hello. Anyone out there.
   Anybody home.' That sort of thing. They actually do talk, then. They
   use words, ideas, concepts? Oh, yes. Except they do it with meat. I
   thought you just told me they used radio. They do, but what do you
   think is on the radio? Meat sounds. You know how when you slap or flap
   meat, it makes a noise? They talk by flapping their meat at each other.
   They can even sing by squirting air through their meat. Omigod. Singing
   meat. This is altogether too much. So what do you advise? Officially or
   unofficially? Both. Officially, we are required to contact, welcome and
   log in any and all sentient races or multibeings in this quadrant of
   the Universe, without prejudice, fear or favor. Unofficially, I advise
   that we erase the records and forget the whole thing. I was hoping you
   would say that. It seems harsh, but there is a limit. Do we really want
   to make contact with meat? I agree one hundred percent. What's there to
   say? 'Hello, meat. How's it going?' But will this work? How many
   planets are we dealing with here? Just one. They can travel to other
   planets in special meat containers, but they can't live on them. And
   being meat, they can only travel through C space. Which limits them to
   the speed of light and makes the possibility of their ever making
   contact pretty slim. Infinitesimal, in fact. So we just pretend there's
   no one home in the Universe. That's it. Cruel. But you said it
   yourself, who wants to meet meat? And the ones who have been aboard our
   vessels, the ones you probed? You're sure they won't remember? They'll
   be considered crackpots if they do. We went into their heads and
   smoothed out their meat so that we're just a dream to them. A dream to
   meat! How strangely appropriate, that we should be meat's dream. And we
   marked the entire sector unoccupied. Good. Agreed, officially and
   unofficially. Case closed. Any others? Anyone interesting on that side
   of the galaxy? Yes, a rather shy but sweet hydrogen core cluster
   intelligence in a class nine star in G445 zone. Was in contact two
   galactic rotations ago, wants to be friendly again. They always come
   around. And why not? Imagine how unbearably, how unutterably cold the
   Universe would be if one were all alone ... </tab>

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