The problem of scary aliens really bugs you. You are concerned that every alien
civilization you stumble over might be planning to take over your home
world. You lie awake at night thinking
about whether they are coming tomorrow or not.
So you decide to do something about it.
You go out drinking.
At a local bar in one of your favorite alien worlds, Murt, you sit at
the counter and ask the alien next to you, “What do you Murt guys think about
being predators?” The alien turns and
looks at you with a smile and says, “That question needs lubrication for a good
answer.” So you grudgingly buy a round
of his favorite, and say, “Well?”
“I think I can answer that, as I’m an average Murt citizen,
with the same intelligence and education as all the rest. We all think the same about that
question. But I have to start with a
story.” First sip break and you wish the
stool had a back, because this looked like a long night. “Right after we figured out technology, about
300,000 years ago, we asked that question.
A bunch of Murt guys got together and volunteered to figure out the answer. One idea that one of the guys had, and I don’t
remember his 12 digit birth order number, was that it would be a lot less
boring to be a predator civilization, seeing as how technology had all been
figured out and everything was just about as perfect as it could be. Another one said that it would be a challenge
for us Murties, and there weren’t any other ones around. A third one said that he didn’t have any
feelings about eradicating other civilizations as long as it didn’t require a
draft. The fourth one started with an
expletive, which I can’t translate because you don’t have the right organ, but
then he reminded everyone of Lesson 764, which they had all learned while
young. ‘Lesson 764’, he noted in a stern
tone, ‘was about the purpose of a species.’ And he went on about it.”
“’Back before the whole ecosystem was run by the Master Computer,
there were species of all different types, all trying to do one thing:
Populate. Lesson 764 noted somebody in the
primitive era figured out that there was a big difference between the purpose
of an individual of a species and the species itself.’ The others in the group may or may not have
remembered that, but they nodded in agreement.
Since we are the only species left, other than ones we made for one
reason or another, that probably applies to us.
The Master Computer heard all that of course, and took it from
there. Four guys was enough to get it
started, since we all think alike.
Anyway, that’s how Murt started being a predator.”
You have to interrupt and tell him you hadn’t known Murt was
a predator, because you never saw anything that looked like something they
would use to be a predator, like a spaceship or something like that.
“I can explain that too, but it will cost you. By the way, there is a monument to some
predatory thing about six blocks from here.
You must have missed it.” One
more round, and he started again. “Once
you have been a predator around locally, and have gotten rid of all the other
civilizations in your neighborhood, you take over their worlds. After that it’s more efficient to let those
worlds do the predatory stuff, as they are closer than we are to the next round
of places to take over. Predation is
pretty transitory, after all. Maybe
50,000 years and we had done it all.
Nothing left for us still here on the home world to take over. It was less boring for a while, but now we
are back to living here in a perfect world with everything we need or
want. What a thrill.”
Even you could detect sarcasm in his voice. Maybe it was time to go home. If you turned in the other direction and
asked the Murtie on the other side the same question, you’d get the same
answer. They do all think alike. But you wanted to keep talking, and you need
another question.
After buying another round, the second Murtie resolved your
curiosity. “Yes, we did run into other
predators, but there were more of us. We
eradicated them. Lost a lot of Murties,
but we grew more of them. That was
quick, actually. All the worlds we have
are full of exactly the right number of Murties.”
Of course, any civilization that had been eradicated wouldn’t
have bars and you wouldn’t have visited them.
That probably doesn’t mean anything, though, being just some remembrance
of a class you took. Psychology?
Back home, you aren’t going to sleep any better after these
revelations. You now knew aliens are either
predators or prey, and it wasn’t the prey who would be coming around.
Just discovered this blog site an am enjoying it! Interesting rational: A species may use it's inherent predatory instincts, eliminate all competition and then no longer require the instinct (it withers away). So "the old ones" should be peaceful when we do encounter them, but with a planet con-questing ancient history. I am assuming that they will not be biological either.
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