“Fantastic. We don’t want to mate with them. Hmm. What indicates cooperation?”
“I’m not aware of such a symbol.”
“Come on,” I said. “Stretch that big brain of yours, Marvin! Don’t the Worms ever team up to do anything together?”
“They form groups for hunting, procreation and war parties.”
“Let’s try hunting. Send them a symbol suggesting we team up as a hunting party. What is that symbol?”
“An image of a fat, underground grub being sliced open.”
“Disgusting,” Sandra said.
I smiled at her. “Just their equivalent of a juicy steak, I’m sure. Send it, Marvin.”
“Message sent,” he said.
We waited a few tense seconds. “Any reaction?” I asked finally, not being able to contain myself.
“They have stopped sending their three threatening images,” Marvin said.
“They are thinking that one over,” I said. “We’re going to have to catalogue these symbols and how they worked out. Earth can analyze these for future contact. Assuming we survive this encounter, of course.”
“I’m already recording, Colonel,” Gorski told me. He was tapping and opening save files as we went, capturing the data blips coming in and combining the signals with the descriptions Marvin gave us. Hopefully, we would learn to talk to them on our own eventually.
“Let’s send them this,” I said, “I want an image of one of these flukes, and a strong negative signal. Deny we are the flukes, or that they are.”
“Message sent,” Marvin said.
I looked at him with a sudden thought. It would be so easy for him to screw us. Once again, I had placed myself within the power of a machine, reliant upon Marvin for my own well-being. The only reason I trusted him at all in this instance was that I was convinced he believed himself to be in danger as well.
“Incoming message,” Marvin said suddenly. “It’s the same thing. Warrior, fluke and destruction.”
“What is the symbol for machine? Do they have one?”
“Yes.”
“Send machine-destruction back,” I said.
“Done…they’ve stop sending their repeated message,” Marvin said after a brief pause. While we worked with him, his four camera eyes studied his environment. One watched Welter at the helm controls. One watched me, while the last two seemed to be stretching until the nanite arm was wire-thin to watch Gorski with his calculations and recordings. I knew that Marvin was studying us just as closely as we were studying him.
“The Worms must be puzzling it out,” Major Sarin said, speaking up for the first time. “They must be wondering why we are trying to talk to them at all.”
“Any change in their approach, Gorski?” I asked.
“None, sir.”
“Okay,” I said. “Marvin, is there a symbol meaning the speaking individual? Something like a pronoun, such as ‘I’ or ‘me’?”
“There is an image for the basic Worm. A common, non-specific individual.”
“Sounds like ‘we’,” I said. “Send them the symbols for we, machine, negative.”
“They are now responding with the symbol for of an egg-stealing mite,” Marvin said.
“That means they are calling us liars, right?” I asked.
“The symbol translates into thief, liar or villain,” Marvin said.
“That can’t be good,” Gorski commented.
“Wrong,” I said, shaking my head, “it is good, because it means they understood our message. Marvin, send them the liar image and the negative symbol. Then repeat we, machine, negative.”
“They’ve stopped transmitting,” Marvin said.
“Okay,” I said. “The question is how we prove to them we aren’t Macros, when we are in a Macro ship.”
“Is there a symbol for a human?” Major Sarin asked.
“No, not to my knowledge,” Marvin said.
“Yeah, let’s not even tell them about that,” I said. “Remember, if they know we are humans, they’ve only seen us as the guys who fought our way into their city and blew it up. I think we are better off as anonymous, machine-hating friends.”
“Is there s symbol for slave or servant?” asked Gorski. “Maybe we can tell them we are slaves that have broken away from their masters.”
I liked that idea. Marvin selected appropriate symbols and we fired them off. The Worms declared us liars and villains from time to time, but with less frequency and repetition. Maybe they were beginning to believe us.
“Now,” I said, “now is the moment to ask. Send them the symbol for hunting together-that fat sliced grub thing, along with machine and destruction. Intermix that with we are not machines off and on.”
We all waited tensely for their reply. A full minute passed.
“Anything?” I finally asked.
“No response.”
“Keep sending. But slowly, as if it is important and we want to make sure they got it, not as a frightened plea.”
After another minute, a response finally came in. “They are sending hunting partner, and a tunnel mouth,” Marvin said.
I grunted, not sure what to make of that. “Is that a yes or a no?”
“We don’t have much time left, sir,” Gorski said.
“I know Captain, I can read the clock,” I snapped back. I rubbed my face. “So, what does it mean? Do they want to hunt inside one of their mounds? On Helios?”
“Does the tunnel mouth mean one of their mounds?” Gorski asked. “Or does it mean entry or exit?”
“The symbol indicates leaving or arriving at a destination,” Marvin said.
I nodded suddenly. “I think I have it,” I said. “They want us to leave. That is about the only way to prove we aren’t Macros. What do lone Macros generally do when they are wounded? They fight to the death. They only retreat if they are risking a large fleet. Singly they are always willing to die like ants protecting the nest, without worry or fear for their lives. If we turn around, that would indicate we are not Macros.”
“Worth a try,” Major Welter said. He rubbed his hands together and lifted them to his control board like an orchestra conductor ready to conduct.
“All right,” I said. I turned to Welter, who had been standing for the last twenty minutes with his arms crossed and looking positively bored. “Start it up. Turn our nose around and head slowly for the ring.”
Major Welter did as I asked, but instead of a graceful maneuver, he caused the ship to whirl around in a sickening spin. Fortunately, it was over with quickly. “Sorry,” he said. He gently worked the controls and we nosed toward the ring.
“Now,” I told Marvin, “transmit hunters-machine-destroy. Then send that me-Worm thing and the exit symbol. We’ll tell them we are allies against the Macros, and we are agreeing to leave.”
“Done.”
“Anything else from them?” I asked.
“No.”
I hissed in vexation. This was a golden opportunity. I didn’t have the feeling we’d forged an alliance, but rather we’d been told to get out and had finally agreed.
“Let’s make them do something,” I said. “Welter, slow it down to a crawl, but keep moving. Marvin, is there a symbol for their fleet?”
“They refer to themselves as the raging Worm warrior.”
“Right,” I said. “Send them the Worm warrior and a symbol for stop. We want them to halt their attack approach and we’ll leave.”
“Symbols sent.”
“Response?”
