If aliens arrived tomorrow, what’s the first thing you’d ask them?
Earth languages evolved and devolved over millions of years and got us to a point, where the odds of instantly communicating is virtually zero. But let’s not let that get in the way.
Tomorrow would be a colossal pain in the ask because I am headed to Denver for a wedding of a friend who has terminal brain cancer. Naturally I would delay my flight to see if they have any such cures. It is worth a shot.
Time honored family tradition
After unpacking, all the uncles and my grandfathers gathered around the central gathering place for another time-honored tradition. They would sit around the table and debate vigorously the merits of the driving route that each had taken to the beach. A case of Schmitt’s beer was usually sacrificed. Each was steadfastly convinced they had taken the most efficient route. The loudest talker usually won the debate.
Naturally I would ask them the route they took. If they said they took, the 405 to The 8 and headed north I would know they were imposters from California. Even though he died years ago, somehow my uncle Tiny would get into the conversation and tell them they should’ve taken 113 through Delaware. I don’t know what I would say if they drank all the Schmidts beer because it’s not worth drinking. But who am I to judge?
Or it would go something like this,
I would love to hear you opinion as well