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SETI Fiction: They’re Made Out Of Meat

by Terry Bisson
From « Bears Discover Fire and Other Stories, » Copyright © 1994, Tor Books
Used By Permission

« 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 parts of the planet, took them aboard our recon vessels, probed them all the way 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 for several of their life spans, which didn’t take too long. Do you have any 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 the Weddilei. But I told you, we probed them. They’re meat all the way through. »
« 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 been trying 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 explore the universe, contact other sentients, swap ideas and information. The usual. »
« 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. 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 multi-beings in the quadrant, 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 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 have 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 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 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. »

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