I’ll tell you a secret: I can understand the aliens. There’s a pattern to their clicking and their clacking, and I think I’ve pieced it together.
The key to it is this: They verbalize everything. Everything. There’s no body language or pheromones, facial expressions or intonation, it’s all in the language. But not only that. Every thought, every feeling, they put it all into words, just this constant stream-of-consciousness patter they have to keep up, an uninterrupted broadcast of everything going through their brain cases.
Imagine if we could only speak to each other through a monitor or tablet screen, through a wall of unfeeling, uncommunicative text. That’s what it’s like for them. And it’s killing them, driving them crazy, fueling their impulse to murder. They’re not trying to kill us, not really—they’re trying to get away from each other.
That’s what this invasion is. Not a quest for resources. The search for peace.
The key to it is this: They verbalize everything. Everything. There’s no body language or pheromones, facial expressions or intonation, it’s all in the language. But not only that. Every thought, every feeling, they put it all into words, just this constant stream-of-consciousness patter they have to keep up, an uninterrupted broadcast of everything going through their brain cases.
Imagine if we could only speak to each other through a monitor or tablet screen, through a wall of unfeeling, uncommunicative text. That’s what it’s like for them. And it’s killing them, driving them crazy, fueling their impulse to murder. They’re not trying to kill us, not really—they’re trying to get away from each other.
That’s what this invasion is. Not a quest for resources. The search for peace.
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