[Brainy looks up at him through the broken shards.]
My species is known for its intellect, Mr. Dixon, something that sometimes led to my people holding certain biases against other sentient beings. Usually nothing overtly violent, just the subtle recognition that we were superior beings compared to all others, due to our superior minds.
You see, the Coluan intelligence scale rates the average Coluan as a level 8. Earth in its entirety - every mind, every computer, every single data processor on the planet - is a level 6. As in, the average individual Coluan has a mind with more processing power than your entire planet.
Every Coluan knew that we each carried something greater than a world inside us.
I myself am 12th-level intellect. My family line was so intelligent that the standard scale was no longer adequate as a measure and two new levels needed to be added for us alone. I would say that the divide between our two minds is akin to that of a human and an ape, but a closer approximation would be that between a human and an ant. By all rights, you should be nothing to me, less than Coluan, less than sentient, even - at least by my people's measure.
[Except...]
Except as far as I'm concerned, the biases of my people are the part of Coluan society that should be laid to rest the most now that they're all dead. Because something my species had far too much difficulty understanding was that intelligence isn't the only measure of a sentient -- traits likes selflessness, creativity, love, courage... they are so much more important.
And ultimately, someone's worth isn't tied to a single trait that somehow overrules all else.
Just...an idea for you to consider. I know it'll take considerable time for you to process it. Comparatively. It's not your fault - you're only human.
[He's not sticking around. The point isn't an argument. The point is planting an idea. It's not going to take that quickly, and he's not going to wait around to be abused or going to waste time trying to justify his existence. And the poor young man that started this conversation deserves to have this end here. So the mirror cuts out.]
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My species is known for its intellect, Mr. Dixon, something that sometimes led to my people holding certain biases against other sentient beings. Usually nothing overtly violent, just the subtle recognition that we were superior beings compared to all others, due to our superior minds.
You see, the Coluan intelligence scale rates the average Coluan as a level 8. Earth in its entirety - every mind, every computer, every single data processor on the planet - is a level 6. As in, the average individual Coluan has a mind with more processing power than your entire planet.
Every Coluan knew that we each carried something greater than a world inside us.
I myself am 12th-level intellect. My family line was so intelligent that the standard scale was no longer adequate as a measure and two new levels needed to be added for us alone. I would say that the divide between our two minds is akin to that of a human and an ape, but a closer approximation would be that between a human and an ant. By all rights, you should be nothing to me, less than Coluan, less than sentient, even - at least by my people's measure.
[Except...]
Except as far as I'm concerned, the biases of my people are the part of Coluan society that should be laid to rest the most now that they're all dead. Because something my species had far too much difficulty understanding was that intelligence isn't the only measure of a sentient -- traits likes selflessness, creativity, love, courage... they are so much more important.
And ultimately, someone's worth isn't tied to a single trait that somehow overrules all else.
Just...an idea for you to consider. I know it'll take considerable time for you to process it. Comparatively. It's not your fault - you're only human.
[He's not sticking around. The point isn't an argument. The point is planting an idea. It's not going to take that quickly, and he's not going to wait around to be abused or going to waste time trying to justify his existence. And the poor young man that started this conversation deserves to have this end here. So the mirror cuts out.]