If aliens arrived tomorrow, what’s the first thing you’d ask them?
I’d channel Humphrey Bogart in Casablanca: “Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world, she walks into mine.”
Of all the planets in all the galaxies, you walk into ours. Why here? And why now?
Are you here to study intelligent life, meet our politicians, or compare notes with the chatbots?
Category: Mulling over