could be that an odd ratio gives ’em edges to hold onto?
so what’s the comparative advantage?
more leverage with an odd ratio? maybe that way it’s easier to make your point even if the lady’s not interested
talk about anthropocentric
must be they need a good grip right Nigel?
I never speculate on extraterrestrial pornography
Well they use something to hold onto those dust motes while they’re riding the winds out from the Eye, up those mountains and down to the sea, chomping away on those sulfide electron donors
then when the Eye winds turn near the seas the big cyclone pattern that’s when the dust falls
Remarkable how fast his head clears I could almost follow that
But do we need to decide basic mechanisms like that before a manned landing?
There’s lots of biochem to study we can spend a year easy
Not me Come now we’ve been in orbit for months already bloody long enough
Much as we all love good, old Bob-boy I’d rather rely on Nigel’s judgment
Thanks but isn’t that what this muitifass is about?
Goddamn dust if we could only see more. That third flyback probe, it found lots of dust eaters dropping off near the seas but you know I keep thinking
Yeah, seems like those li’l buggers are a planet-wide feeding system for the bigger life-forms, so we ought to look at who benefits
Their function is carrying chemical energy you mean, that’s all?
Sure, they’ve sopped up photons at the Eye and made the right carbo-oxy compounds
—which get dumped into the mountain valleys where those EMs are—
right
Strange kind of energy vector, moving biochem energy out from the Eye. Hard to see how a whole biosphere like that could evolve
This isn’t New jersey m’ love
I’ve noticed.
Damnably low-grade process though, with that skimpy energy budget the deck’s stacked against the whole biosphere
God’s ingenious
Well he had longer to work on this one.
Five-billion-year-old biosphere makes you wonder what could happen
You two might talk to Bob over there about the exploration if you’ve the time—
Sure come on soul mate
Damn that sniffo’s some stuff isn’t it? Whattad I say?
Just let me do the talking
Nigel, Nigel, lemme tell you, I figure you can do somethin’, man I was so
mad
I felt like runnin’ over a toad with a power mower—
Ted’s more the man to complain to, precious little I can do
Sure but the right word in, y’know
Can’t promise anything but if it’s a friendly ear you’re after
C’mon you could have his job anytime we’d all vote for you.
Nonsense, step over this way the noise is dreadful now what was the—
He values the cascade of impressions more than anything. He drifts down carved rock corridors, in and out of rooms, never lingering long—
