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originally posted by: Thecakeisalie
Good day, or as us Alpha centurions say 'zzzhrt wvoum hrrst heeluvm.'
My greetings should be a hint to what this thread is about. Now most of us viewing this speak English, many need to translate that sentence. However looking at my greeting in Icelandic it could be 'jykenfyorden duye grubbily doo' and I wouldn't know if he was attempting to con me or asking me for my non existent daughter's hand in marriage.
There is the problem-we will not understand. Never.
I have a cat, I make animalistic noises to let it know it's supper time, firstly because cats are idiots, and secondly because cats can't talk.
The Voyager satellite-for all its worth and a remarkable achievents, will never be translated. Despite our best attepts of spreading peace, instead of hearing 'greetings from the children of planet Earth' they could be hearing 'your mother is a whore.'
It's probably for the best, Carl Sagan said that the first television broadcast they could pick up would be a speech by Hitler. That is debatable, but German is not a pleasant language to hear. Imagine the British colonization of Australia, when they asked the locals what animal they saw they said 'Kangaroo' meant in the local tongue 'i don't understand.'
Okay vocal communication is nigh impossible, but what about physical gestures, even we can't get that right. Most people wouldn't know the origins of the 'thumbs up. How are we supposed to interpret a 'wort wort wort' followed by a three fingured salute? Tom DeLonge might be able to solve the problem (if he not too busy with his dismantled faux Punk band or this bogus UFO project he's working on.)
This is the truth. We cannot communicate with aliens, it would be like texting an ex girlfriend on a planet orbiting proxima hoping to get back together after a text you sent ten years ago-and thats the nearest Star.
We need to face the reality-sure we are not alone in the universe, but trying to contact aliens is like me getting into a TARDIS and rewinding my miserable life.
Remember-the U in UFO stands for unidentified, and I'd like to keep it that way. No if you'll excuse me I spotted a sickly Dog that may be a chupacabra.
originally posted by: Ligyron
a reply to: Thecakeisalie
What proof do you have for your statement of ''there's sure to be alien life out there'' ?
It is of course well known that careless talk costs lives, but the full scale of the problem is not always appreciated. For instance, a human (see Earth) named Arthur Dent who, because of a Vogon Constructor Fleet, was one of the last two humans in the Universe at the time, once said "I seem to be having trmendous difficulty with my lifestyle." At the very moment that Arthur said this, a freak wormhole opened up in the fabric of the space-time continuum and carried his words far far back in time across almost infinite reaches of space to a distant Galaxy where strange and warlike beings were poised on the brink of frightful interstellar battle.
The two opposing leaders were meeting for the last time.
A dreadful silence fell across the conference table as the commander of the Vl'Hurgs, resplendent in his black jewelled battle shorts, gazed levelly at the the G'Gugvuntt leader squatting opposite him in a cloud of green sweet-smelling steam, and, with a million sleek and horribly beweaponed star cruisers poised to unleash electric death at his single word of command, challenged the vile creature to take back what it had said about his mother.
The creature stirred in his sickly broiling vapour, and at that very moment the words I seem to be having tremendous difficulty with my lifestyle drifted across the conference table.
Unfortunately, in the Vl'Hurg tongue this was the most dreadful insult imaginable, and there was nothing for it but to wage terrible war for centuries.
Eventually of course, after their Galaxy had been decimated over a few thousand years, it was realized that the whole thing had been a ghastly mistake, and so the two opposing battle fleets settled their few remaining differences in order to launch a joint attack on our own Galaxy - now positively identified as the source of the offending remark.
For thousands more years the mighty ships tore across the empty wastes of space and finally dived screaming on to the first planet they came across - which happened to be the Earth - where due to a terrible miscalculation of scale the entire battle fleet was accidentally swallowed by a small dog.
Those who study the complex interplay of cause and effect in the history of the Universe say that this sort of thing is going on all the time, but that we are powerless to prevent it.
"It's just life," they say.
originally posted by: Night Star
Unless they could communicate telepathically where we could understand perhaps.