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I've been reading that Speed Racer is apparently a REALLY GOOD MOVIE, and an incredible summer action-flick. ...... Why don't any of you guys want to see it? It's rated better than Iron Man it looks like =(... " Overall, this anime adaptation is not merely the best film that it could be, it's pretty much exactly what it shouldbe: full of exciting, brilliantly-conceived races, primary-colorcharacterizations and an irresistible sense of fun. Loud, fast andalways in danger of veering out of control, Speed Racer is amasterpiece of its kind, and a definitive benchmark for film not onlyas a special effects extravaganza but as the moment when the Wachowskiswent from wunderkind directors to true auteurs. In other words, as asummer distraction, a singular work of art or just as sensory overload, Speed Racer is a movie you absolutely must see." Tags: speed racer
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They're Made Out of Meat
by Terry Bisson
"They're made out of meat."
"Meat?"
"Meat. They're made out of meat."
"Meat?"
"There's no doubt about it. We picked several from different partsof the planet, took them aboard our recon vessels, probed them all theway through. They're completely meat."
"That's impossible. What about the radio signals? The messages to the stars."
"They use the radio waves to talk, but the signals don't come from them. The signals come from machines."
"So who made the machines? That's who we want to contact."
"They made the machines. That's what I'm trying to tell you. Meat made the machines."
"That's ridiculous. How can meat make a machine? You're asking me to believe in sentient meat."
"I'm not asking you, I'm telling you. These creatures are the only sentient race in the sector and they're made out of meat."
"Maybe they're like the Orfolei. You know, a carbon-based intelligence that goes through a meat stage."
"Nope. They're born meat and they die meat. We studied them forseveral of their life spans, which didn't take too long. Do you haveany idea the life span of meat?"
"Spare me. Okay, maybe they're only part meat. You know, like the Weddilei. A meat head with an electron plasma brain inside."
"Nope. We thought of that, since they do have meat heads like theWeddilei. But I told you, we probed them. They're meat all the waythrough."
"No brain?"
"Oh, there is a brain all right. It's just that the brain is made out of meat!"
"So... what does the thinking?"
"You're not understanding, are you? The brain does the thinking. The meat."
"Thinking meat! You're asking me to believe in thinking meat!"
"Yes, thinking meat! Conscious meat! Loving meat. Dreaming meat. The meat is the whole deal! Are you getting the picture?"
"Omigod. You're serious then. They're made out of meat."
"Finally, Yes. They are indeed made out meat. And they've beentrying to get in touch with us for almost a hundred of their years."
"So what does the meat have in mind?"
"First it wants to talk to us. Then I imagine it wants to explorethe universe, contact other sentients, swap ideas and information. Theusual."
"We're supposed to talk to meat?"
"That's the idea. That's the message they're sending out by radio. 'Hello. Anyone out there? Anyone 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. Youknow how when you slap or flap meat it makes a noise? They talk byflapping their meat at each other. They can even sing by squirting airthrough 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 anyand all sentient races or multi-beings in the quadrant, withoutprejudice, fear, or favor. Unofficially, I advise that we erase therecords 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 wedealing with here?"
"Just one. They can travel to other planets in special meatcontainers, but they can't live on them. And being meat, they onlytravel through C space. Which limits them to the speed of light andmakes 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? Andthe ones who have been aboard our vessels, the ones you have probed?You're sure they won't remember?"
"They'll be considered crackpots if they do. We went into theirheads 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 can mark this 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 ina class nine star in G445 zone. Was in contact two galactic rotationsago, 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."Tags: aliens
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