Alan Boyle writes: "Experts have hammered out a simplified game plan to follow in the event that signals from an extraterrestrial civilization are ever detected.
The new guidelines for dealing with theoretical radio transmissions from E.T. were adopted unanimously by the International Academy of Astronautics' SETI Permanent Study group last week during a meeting in Prague, the Czech capital.
The timing is weirdly coincidental, in that the long-scheduled meeting came amid an international buzz over the United Nations' role in responding to a hypothetical E.T. call. Malaysian astronomer Mazlan Othman, head of the U.N. Office for Outer Space Affairs, said the world body was "a ready-made mechanism for such coordination," and quite a few news outlets suggested that Othman herself might be named the point person for dealing with extraterrestrial communications."
I'm so elated that the new rules suggest complete candour by persons involved with first detecting the signals from space. I'd hate to think that our cherished leaders might connive at covering up this news, in an effort to "prevent mass panic", or more likely, preserve the status quo and with it their own cosy jobs.
Good heavens, it might mean they actually have a boss, or something, to account to instead of hazy ideas like "the workers", "the people", "God", etc. Can you imagine.
"No, R2D2 sir, I'm afraid it was vitally necessary to undertake a State Visit to Outer Mongolia to visit the fermented mare's milk world drinking championships. Yes, I know a retinue of a hundred people may seem rather excessive, but you have to realize that there are quite a few Outer Mongolians who drink this muck, and we couldn't be seen to be inferior to them in this respect, could we? And, of course we had to travel first class, well all the plebs did, I took the official jet myself for reasons of state, plus I hate the loos on commercial aircraft.
What's that you say ? My expenses came to how much ? I don't believe it. Anyway, surely you generous beings from Alpha Beta 1 don't resent a few hundred million for such a worthy cause ?
Er, Sir, would you mind pointing your tentacle at something else, it makes me nervous.
Food ? Hospitals ? Schools ? For the common folk ? You jest. Oh, I see, you're not joking. Excuse me. Well, hadn't given it much thought really, do they actually use such things ?
What are you doing now ? No, no, stop it plea......."
President wrapped in twenty slimy tentacles and drops to floor, drained of all bodily fluids. The office was filled with a mighty BELCH.....
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