Think we will ever discover intelligent, alien life?

ps. Incompatable time scale theory sounds like bad sci-fi. Sure, things age differently, but time is still time. Unless your caught in a Lense-Thirring effect (not likely), then time really isn't different.

Now, to say that we wouldn't have a friggin clue how to talk to the earth would definately make sense.
 
The Duke Of Nuke said:
ps. Incompatable time scale theory sounds like bad sci-fi. Sure, things age differently, but time is still time. Unless your caught in a Lense-Thirring effect (not likely), then time really isn't different.

Now, to say that we wouldn't have a friggin clue how to talk to the earth would definately make sense.
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that's what i'm saying. imagine the bacteria living on our skin were sentient. that's like us and the earth.
 
So I stab the earth with a backhoe tonight and it screams 15,000 years from now? I'm okay with that.
 
UF is Mensa to collegiate martians. On Flifnak Prime we're a cult classic. That's just because they exist on a different timescale though. Otherwise they'd be like "Meh, I don't see what the big deal is."
 
To touch on the idea I mentioned in another thread.

" Originally Posted by b_sinning View Post
If you're aliens and you want to slow down the growth of a war like people you discover on another world but didn't want their planet to realize there was aliens for fear that it would unite them, wouldn't something like causing a massive solar storm be the way to go?"

Another route for aliens to go to slow down the growth of the war like species is the introduction of religion. You show up and do a few "miracles" for the primitives and then explain you're their god. You're god's chosen people and everyone else is wrong about god. Keep faith and never question god or look to disprove god through science.

Then go to all their neighbors and do a modified version of the same thing but use different "miracles" and names. Then sit back and let the primitives fight over who's god is real.

That would make a god sci fi story. Sounds like something Philip K. Dick would write.
 
b_sinning said:
To touch on the idea I mentioned in another thread.

" Originally Posted by b_sinning View Post
If you're aliens and you want to slow down the growth of a war like people you discover on another world but didn't want their planet to realize there was aliens for fear that it would unite them, wouldn't something like causing a massive solar storm be the way to go?"

Another route for aliens to go to slow down the growth of the war like species is the introduction of religion. You show up and do a few "miracles" for the primitives and then explain you're their god. You're god's chosen people and everyone else is wrong about god. Keep faith and never question god or look to disprove god through science.

Then go to all their neighbors and do a modified version of the same thing but use different "miracles" and names. Then sit back and let the primitives fight over who's god is real.

That would make a god sci fi story. Sounds like something Philip K. Dick would write.
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Sounds like Stargate SG1 :fly:
 
Breakfast of Champions by Kurt Vonnegut said:
The Dancing Fool

A flying saucer creature named Zog arrived on Earth to explain how wars could be prevented and how cancer could be cured. He brought the information from Margo, a planet where the natives conversed by means of farts and tap dancing.
Zog landed at night in Connectitut. He had no sooner touched down than he saw a house on fire. He rushed into the house, farting and tap dancing, warning the people about the terrible danger they were in. The head of the house brained Zog with a golf club.
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also from Breakfast of Champions by Kurt Vonnegut said:
Plague on Wheels

The words in the book, incidentally, were about life on a dying planet named Lingo-Three, whose inhabitants resembled American automobiles. They had wheels. They were powered by internal combustion engines. They ate fossil fuels. They weren't manufactured, though. They reproduced. They laid eggs containing baby automobiles, and the babies matured in pools of oil drained from adult crankcases.
Lingo Three was visited by space travelers, who learned that the creatures were becoming extinct for this reason: they had destroyed their planet's resources, including its atmosphere.
The space travelers weren't able to offer much in the way of material assistance. The automobile creatures hoped to borrow some oxygen, and to have the visitors carry at least one of their eggs to another planet, where it might hatch, where the automobile civilization could begin again. But the smallest egg they had was a forty-eight pounder, and the space travellers themselves were only an inch high, and their space ship wasn't even as big as an Earthling shoebox. They were from Zeltoldimar.
The spokesman for the Zeltoldimarians was Kago. Kago said that all he could do was to tell others in the Universe about how wonderful the automobile creatures had been. Here is what he said to all those rusting junkers who were out of gas: "You will be gone, but not forgotten."
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So Kago and his brave little Zeltoldimarian crew, which was all homosexual, roamed the Universe, keeping the memory of the automobile creatures alive. They came at last to the planet Earth. In all innocence, Kago told the Earthlings about the automobiles. Kago did not know that human beings could be as easily felled by a single idea as by cholera or the bubonic plague. There was no immunity to cuckoo ideas on Earth.
And here, according to Trout, was the reason human beings could not reject ideas because they were bad: "Ideas on Earth were badges of friendship or enmity. Their content didn't matter. Friends agreed with friends, in order to express friendliness. Enemies disagreed with enemies, in order to express enmity.
"The ideas Earthlings held didn't matter for hundreds of thousands of years, since they couldn't do much about them anyway. Ideas might as well be badges as anything.
"They even had a saying about the futility of ideas: 'If wishes were horses, beggars would ride.'
"And then Earthlings discovered tools. Suddenly agreeing with friends could be a form of suicide or worse. But agreements went on, not for the sake of common sense or decency or self-preservation, but for friendliness.
"Earthlings went on being friendly, when they should have been thinking instead. And when they built computers to do some thinking for them, they designed them not so much for wisdom as for friendliness. So they were doomed. Homicidal beggars could ride."
Within a century of little Kago's arrival on Earth, according to Trout's novel, every form of life on that once peaceful and moist and nourishing blue-green ball was dying or dead. Everywhere were the shells of the great beetles which men had made and worshipped. They were automobiles. They had killed everything.
Little Kago himself died long before the planet did. He was attempting to lecture on the evils of the automobile in a bar in Detroit. But he was so tiny that nobody paid any attention to him. He lay down to rest for a moment, and a drunk automobile worker mistook him for a kitchen match. He killed Kago by trying to strike him repeatedly on the underside of the bar.
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