Hmmm… I don’t know if I would want to do something like that to a guy (or tentacled being from the void) who, if pissed off at me, might disintegrate me with a Death Ray…
E.T.A: This great sketch from the “Mitchell and Webb Look”: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oP-rkzJ6yZw&NR=1
That’s why I need the hookerbots. Saving the world is all stressful and shit. Once a couple of the ladies help me de-stress, I’ll be rationally deciding which doomsday devices should be employed. I figure I have plenty of time, since you’re going to pow-wow with ET. Odds are they’ve never heard of LOTR, and will be too polite to cut short your explanation and pontifications thereon.
Of course, since ya gave me the keys to this place, and it’s pretty awesome, I’ll be wondering what kinds of stuff (and hookerbots) you’ve got at your OTHER secret lair…
Well, if some nations’ militaries have already attacked them without provocation, and those attacks have been effortlessly repelled, I’d say we don’t have much to gain by excess caution. “Sure, Don Corleone, I’ll meet with your men. Of course I’ll come alone and unarmed…except for this water pistol hidden in my shoe! Muahahaha!”
So, I’m going with the hippy-dippy love and acceptance route. Aside from being the idealistic thing to do, we can rest secure in the knowledge that if the visitors do mean harm, we’re pretty much fucked anyway.
Sometime the classic response is the best.
Run away from the hills! Run away from the hills! If you see the hills, run the other way!!!
In reference to the OP, I voted “Let’s meet with them and see what they are up to”. If the aliens have sufficient technology to do all of the things described, then it seems that they could wipe us off the face of the planet without breaking a sweat. This then falls under the category of “things I cannot change”; therefore I accept their presence here, and hope for the best.
Personally, I think we should welcome our new ant overlords…
(I can’t believe I’m the first to say this!)
I’d be scared. Unless they were like ET.
I, for one, welcome our new Speilburgesque overlords.
There. Topped, ya, BrotherCadfael.
Hide behind someone who is more well-marbled than I am.
Depends, did they bring Elvis with them?
The aliens will certainly be technologically superior beyond our wildest imagination, so I’m going balls out the other way. Open arms, compliments, gifts. What do you want, flowers? Done. A continent? Done! Be worshipped as gods? You got it! Enslave mankind? Well, that sucks, but what can ya do. We’re at your service.
Hopefully they’ll be nice dudes, and hopefully they’ll like us.
I’d sally forth toward the least threatening looking group of aliens, naked with body language suggesting allure—figuring my only chance for survival lie in one of the interstellar interlopers finding me sexually appealing and worthy of keeping alive for many years of inter-galactic life-form sexual gratification. I’d then pray that the one who takes me up on the offer sports something resembling terrestrial female mammalian genitalia; that I penetrate the correct orifice (s); and that the orifice contain no structures of a sharp, twisting or grinding nature. Post-coital snuggling would be nice, too, providing no toxin barbed tentacles were involved.
I’d come here to see what you guys know about it. Then I’d head over to Fark to see if they’ve got any news.
Absolutely.
Not all of us. I choose to die a free man. And take as many of the bug eyed bastards with me as I can.
First, locate my towel.
Not bloody likely a race able to navigate interstellar space – is here to wreck shit if they haven’t reduced Earth to a lifeless cinder 4.4 picoseconds after arrival.
So, we bring them the finest foods, intoxicants, and entertainments, throw the greatest party the Local Group has ever witnessed. See if we can’t wheedle a few Pan-Galactic Gargle Blasters out of 'em.
But we don’t accept any blankets.
Speaking of Indian analogies, how’s that Iron Maiden song go?
“Green men came from the sky, brought us pain, made us die.”
I said 5. In case they’re cannibal aliens we should make sure our leaders get eaten first.