Part 8 (2/2)

Gary was waiting for me in the parking area. We navigated a circular maze of concrete barricades until we reached the large tent that covered the looking gla.s.s itself. In front of the tent was an equipment cart loaded with goodies borrowed from the school's phonology lab; I had sent it ahead for inspection by the Army.

Also outside the tent were three tripod-mounted video cameras whose lenses peered, through windows in the fabric wall, into the main room. Everything Gary and I did would be reviewed by countless others, including military intelligence. In addition we would each send daily reports, of which mine had to include estimates on how much English I thought the aliens could understand.

Gary held open the tent flap and gestured for me to enter. ”Step right up,” he said, circus barker- style. ”Marvel at creatures the likes of which have never been seen on G.o.d's green earth.”

”And all for one slim dime,” I murmured, walking through the door. At the moment the looking gla.s.s was inactive, resembling a semicircular mirror over ten feet high and twenty feet across. On the brown gra.s.s in front of the looking gla.s.s, an arc of white spray paint outlined the activation area. Currently the area contained only a table, two folding chairs, and a power strip with a cord leading to a generator outside. The buzz of fluorescent lamps, hung from poles along the edge of the room, commingled with the buzz of flies in the sweltering heat.

Gary and I looked at each other, and then began pus.h.i.+ng the cart of equipment up to the table. As we crossed the paint line, the looking gla.s.s appeared to grow transparent; it was as if someone was slowly raising the illumination behind tinted gla.s.s. The illusion of depth was uncanny; I felt I could walk right into it. Once the looking gla.s.s was fully lit it resembled a life-size diorama of a semicircular room. The room contained a few large objects that might have been furniture, but no aliens. There was a door in the curved rear wall.

We busied ourselves connecting everything together: microphone, sound spectrograph, portable computer, and speaker. As we worked, I frequently glanced at the looking gla.s.s, antic.i.p.ating the aliens' arrival. Even so I jumped when one of them entered.

It looked like a barrel suspended at the intersection of seven limbs. It was radially symmetric, and any of its limbs could serve as an arm or a leg. The one in front of me was walking around on four legs, three non-adjacent arms curled up at its sides. Gary called them ”heptapods.”

I'd been shown videotapes, but I still gawked. Its limbs had no distinct joints; anatomists guessed they might be supported by vertebral columns. Whatever their underlying structure, the heptapod's limbs conspired to move it in a disconcertingly fluid manner. Its ”torso” rode atop the rippling limbs as smoothly as a hovercraft.

Seven lidless eyes ringed the top of the heptapod's body. It walked back to the doorway from which it entered, made a brief sputtering sound, and returned to the center of the room followed by another heptapod; at no point did it ever turn around. Eerie, but logical; with eyes on all sides, any direction might as well be ”forward.”

Gary had been watching my reaction. ”Ready?” he asked.

I took a deep breath. ”Ready enough.” I'd done plenty of fieldwork before, in the Amazon, but it had always been a bilingual procedure: either my informants knew some Portuguese, which I could use, or I'd previously gotten an intro to their language from the local missionaries. This would be my first attempt at conducting a true monolingual discovery procedure. It was straightforward enough in theory, though.

I walked up to the looking gla.s.s and a heptapod on the other side did the same. The image was so real that my skin crawled. I could see the texture of its gray skin, like corduroy ridges arranged in whorls and loops. There was no smell at all from the looking gla.s.s, which somehow made the situation stranger.

I pointed to myself and said slowly, ”Human.” Then I pointed to Gary. ”Human.” Then I pointed at each heptapod and said, ”What are you?”

No reaction. I tried again, and then again.

One of the heptapods pointed to itself with one limb, the four terminal digits pressed together. That was lucky. In some cultures a person pointed with his chin; if the heptapod hadn't used one of its limbs, I wouldn't have known what gesture to look for. I heard a brief fluttering sound, and saw a puckered orifice at the top of its body vibrate; it was talking. Then it pointed to its companion and fluttered again.

I went back to my computer; on its screen were two virtually identical spectrographs representing the fluttering sounds. I marked a sample for playback. I pointed to myself and said ”Human” again, and did the same with Gary. Then I pointed to the heptapod, and played back the flutter on the speaker.

The heptapod fluttered some more. The second half of the spectrograph for this utterance looked like a repet.i.tion: call the previous utterances [flutter1], then this one was [flutter2-flutter1].

I pointed at something that might have been a heptapod chair. ”What is that?”

The heptapod paused, and then pointed at the ”chair” and talked some more. The spectrograph for this differed distinctly from that of the earlier sounds: [flutter3]. Once again, I pointed to the ”chair” while playing back [flutter3].

The heptapod replied; judging by the spectrograph, it looked like [flutter3flutter2]. Optimistic interpretation: the heptapod was confirming my utterances as correct, which implied compatibility between heptapod and human patterns of discourse. Pessimistic interpretation: it had a nagging cough.

At my computer I delimited certain sections of the spectrograph and typed in a tentative gloss for each: ”heptapod” for [flutter1], ”yes” for [flutter2], and ”chair” for [flutter3]. Then I typed ”Language: Heptapod A” as a heading for all the utterances.

Gary watched what I was typing. ”What's the 'A' for?”

”It just distinguishes this language from any other ones the heptapods might use,” I said. He nodded.

”Now let's try something, just for laughs.” I pointed at each heptapod and tried to mimic the sound of [flutter1], ”heptapod.” After a long pause, the first heptapod said something and then the second one said something else, neither of whose spectrographs resembled anything said before. I couldn't tell if they were speaking to each other or to me since they had no faces to turn. I tried p.r.o.nouncing [flutter1] again, but there was no reaction.

”Not even close,” I grumbled.

”I'm impressed you can make sounds like that at all,” said Gary.

”You should hear my moose call. Sends them running.”

I tried again a few more times, but neither heptapod responded with anything I could recognize. Only when I replayed the recording of the heptapod's p.r.o.nunciation did I get a confirmation; the heptapod replied with [flutter2], ”yes.”

”So we're stuck with using recordings?” asked Gary.

I nodded. ”At least temporarily.”

”So now what?”

”Now we make sure it hasn't actually been saying 'aren't they cute' or 'look what they're doing now.' Then we see if we can identify any of these words when that other heptapod p.r.o.nounces them.” I gestured for him to have a seat. ”Get comfortable; this'll take a while.”

In 1770, Captain Cook's s.h.i.+p Endeavour Endeavour ran aground on the coast of Queensland, Australia. While some of his men made repairs, Cook led an exploration party and met the aboriginal people. One of the sailors pointed to the animals that hopped around with their young riding in pouches, and asked an aborigine what they were called. The aborigine replied, ”Kanguru.” From then on Cook and his sailors referred to the animals by this word. It wasn't until later that they learned it meant ”What did you say?” ran aground on the coast of Queensland, Australia. While some of his men made repairs, Cook led an exploration party and met the aboriginal people. One of the sailors pointed to the animals that hopped around with their young riding in pouches, and asked an aborigine what they were called. The aborigine replied, ”Kanguru.” From then on Cook and his sailors referred to the animals by this word. It wasn't until later that they learned it meant ”What did you say?”

I tell that story in my introductory course every year. It's almost certainly untrue, and I explain that afterwards, but it's a cla.s.sic anecdote. Of course, the anecdotes my undergraduates will really want to hear are ones featuring the heptapods; for the rest of my teaching career, that'll be the reason many of them sign up for my courses. So I'll show them the old videotapes of my sessions at the looking gla.s.s, and the sessions that the other linguists conducted; the tapes are instructive, and they'll be useful if we're ever visited by aliens again, but they don't generate many good anecdotes.

When it comes to language-learning anecdotes, my favorite source is child language acquisition. I remember one afternoon when you are five years old, after you have come home from kindergarten. You'll be coloring with your crayons while I grade papers.

”Mom,” you'll say, using the carefully casual tone reserved for requesting a favor, ”can I ask you something?”

”Sure, sweetie. Go ahead.”

”Can I be, um, honored?”

I'll look up from the paper I'm grading. ”What do you mean?”

”At school Sharon said she got to be honored.”

”Really? Did she tell you what for?”

”It was when her big sister got married. She said only one person could be, um, honored, and she was it.”

”Ah, I see. You mean Sharon was maid of honor?”

”Yeah, that's it. Can I be made of honor?”

Gary and I entered the prefab building containing the center of operations for the looking gla.s.s site. Inside it looked like they were planning an invasion, or perhaps an evacuation: crewcut soldiers worked around a large map of the area, or sat in front of burly electronic gear while speaking into headsets. We were shown into Colonel Weber's office, a room in the back that was cool from air conditioning.

We briefed the colonel on our first day's results. ”Doesn't sound like you got very far,” he said.

”I have an idea as to how we can make faster progress,” I said. ”But you'll have to approve the use of more equipment.”

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