História engraçada sobre homem e inseto que pousam no novo planeta e irritam os habitantes que amam a guerra

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Eu li a história realmente engraçada sobre 30-40 anos atrás, provavelmente em torno dos anos 1970 a 1980. Foi uma curta que conta como 3 raças (um humano, um inseto e um ???) pousam em um novo planeta com uma espécie que está realmente irritada que os estranhos simplesmente sentam na borda da porta da espaçonave. em vez de atacá-los.

Eventualmente, eles pegam o humano e o aprisionam. Enquanto ele está lá, o inseto voa para dentro para elaborar o plano de conseguir que este planeta coopere com eles.

    
por Richard 20.11.2016 / 13:57

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Isso não corresponde a alguns dos pontos da trama que você descreve, mas vou mencioná-lo porque ele é parecido de alguma maneira e eu me pergunto se é possível que você tenha confundido duas histórias ao longo das décadas.

De qualquer forma, sua descrição imediatamente me lembrou de Diabologic por Eric Frank Russell . Isto foi escrito em 1955, mas lembro-me de o ter lido pela primeira vez nos anos 70. Wayne Hillder é um olheiro em busca de novos mundos e encontra o primeiro planeta com uma corrida espacial:

As he gazed down through his tiny control-cabin's armor-glass, he knew that this was to be contact with a vengeance.

During long, long centuries of human expansion, more than seven hundred inhabitable worlds had been found, charted, explored and, in some cases, exploited. All contained life. A minority held intelligent life. But up to this moment nobody had found one other lifeform sufficiently advanced to cavort among the stars.

Os humanos criaram uma técnica psicológica para lidar com os primeiros contatos, daí o título, e sua primeira ação é sentar-se na borda da porta exatamente como você descreve:

Switching it off, he opened the inner and outer air-lock doors, sat in the rim with his feet dangling eighty yards above ground level. From this vantage-point he calmly surveyed the mob, his expression that of one who can spit but not be spat upon. The sixth diabological law states that the higher, the fewer. Proof: the sea gull's tactical advantage over man.

Being intelligent, those placed by unfortunate circumstances eighty yards deeper in the gravitational field soon appreciated their state of vertical disadvantage. Short of toppling the ship or climbing a polished surface, they were impotent to get at him. Not that any wanted to in any inimical way. But desire grows strongest when there is the least possibility of satisfaction. So they wanted him down there, face to face, merely because he was out of reach. To make matters worse, he turned sidewise and lay within the rim, one leg hitched up and hands linked around the knee, then continued looking at them in obvious comfort.

Wayne é capturado, mas continua usando técnicas diabológicas:

The stranger dismounted and promptly got tossed into the clink. The result of that was odd, too. He should have resented incarceration, seeing that nobody had yet explained the purpose of it. But he didn't. Treating the well-clothed bed in his cell as if it were a luxury provided as recognition of his rights, he sprawled on it full length, boots and all, gave a sigh of deep satisfaction and went to sleep. His watch hung close by his ear and compensated for the constant ticking of the auto-pilot, without which slumber in space was never complete.

Ele é interrogado e acaba falando com um alienígena chamado Morfada. Por esta altura ele confundiu tão completamente a raça alienígena que:

"Somebody has to make a decision, seeing that the top brass is no longer capable of it. I am going to suggest that they set you free with our best wishes and assurances of friendship."

"Think they'll take any notice?"

"You know quite well they will. You've been counting on it all along." Mordafa eyed him shrewdly. "They'll grab at the advice to restore their self-esteem. If it works, they'll take the credit. If it doesn't, I'll get the blame." He brooded a few seconds, asked with open curiosity, "Do you find it the same elsewhere, among other peoples?"

"Exactly the same," Hillder assured him. "And there is always a Mordafa to settle the issue in the same way. Power and scapegoats go together like husband and wife.

    
21.11.2016 / 13:54

Acho que você está procurando Guerra de Retief por Keith Laumer. que foi escrito na década de 1960. Foi uma espécie de sátira do final da Segunda Guerra Mundial e do início da Guerra Fria.

As i recall, Retief and an insect aide land on a planet of robots who can only relate to each other through violence. Retief has to put on a robot costume and fight several of them to get them to agree to talk. The insect aide sneaks out because he painted his exoskeleton silver or gray, and the locals thought he was just another robot because each looks totally unique.

    
21.11.2016 / 05:40