"A patterned signal, to show them we wish to communicate. Why start with mathematics? They know full well that we know the value of pi. But if we can recognize their music for what it is, and enjoy the same, faith, they can ours." Caitlin reached down to the webbing on the side of her chair. "Well that I thought to bring my sonador."
She inserted a program and touched the keyboard. Eine Kleine Nachtmusik tumbled forth. "They offered us mirth," she explained. "Let us offer it back."
(from The Avatar, by Poul Anderson)
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