Congo, стр. 58
6. Amy Talk Thing Talk
AT 3 P.M., ELLIOT AND AMY WERE COMPLETELY concealed in the foliage along the hillside. The only sign of their presence was the slender cone of the microphone that protruded through the foliage. The microphone was connected to the videotape recorder at Elliot’s feet, which he used to record the sounds of the gorillas on the hills beyond.
The only difficulty was trying to determine which gorilla the directional microphone had focused on-and which gorilla Amy had focused on, and whether they were the same gorilla. He could never be quite sure that Amy was translating the verbal utterances of the same animal that he was recording. There were eight gorillas in the nearest group and Amy kept getting distracted. One female had a six-month-old infant, and at one point, when the baby was bitten by a bee, Amy signed, Baby mad. But Elliot was recording a male.
Amy, he signed. Pay attention.
Amy pay attention. Amy good gorilla.
Yes, he signed. Amy good gorilla. Amy pay attention man thing.
Amy not like.
He swore silently, and erased half an hour of translations from Amy. She had obviously been paying attention to the wrong gorilla. When he started the tape again, he decided that this time he would record whatever Amy was watching. He signed, What thing Amy watch?
Amy watch baby.
That wouldn’t work, because the baby didn’t speak. He signed, Amy watch woman thing.
Amy like watch baby.
This dependency on Amy was like a bad dream. He was in the hands of an animal whose thinking and behavior he barely understood; he was cut off from the wider society of human beings and human machinery, thus increasing his dependency on the animal; and yet he had to trust her.
After another hour, with the sunlight fading, he took Amy back down the hillside to the camp.
Munro had planned as best he could.
First he dug a series of holes like elephant traps outside the camp; they were deep pits lined with sharp stakes, covered with leaves and branches.
He widened the moat in several places, and cleared away dead trees and underbrush that might be used as bridges.
He cut down the low tree branches overhanging the camp, so that if gorillas went into the trees, they would be kept at least thirty feet above the ground-too high to jump down.
He gave three of the remaining porters, Muzezi, Amburi, and Harawi, shotguns along with a supply of tear-gas canisters.
With Ross, he boosted power on the perimeter fence to almost 200 amps. This was the maximum the thin mesh could handle without melting; they had been obliged to reduce the pulses from four to two per second. But the additional current changed the fence from a deterrent to a lethal barrier. The first animals to hit that fence would be immediately killed, although the likelihood of shorts and a dead fence was considerably increased.
At sunset, Munro made his most difficult decision. He loaded the stubby tripod-mounted RFSDs with half their remaining ammunition. When that was gone, the machines would simply stop firing. From that point on, Munro was counting on Elliot and Amy and their translation.
And Elliot did not look very happy when he came back down the hill.
7. Final Defense
“How LONG UNTIL YOU’RE READY?” MUNRO asked him.
“Couple of hours, maybe more.” Elliot asked Ross to help him, and Amy went to get food from Kahega. She seemed very proud of herself, and behaved like an important person in the group.
Ross said, “Did it work?”
“We’ll know in a minute,” Elliot said. His first plan was to run the only kind of internal check on Amy that he could, by verifying repetitions of sounds. If she had consistently translated sounds in the same way, they would have a reason for confidence.
But it was painstaking work. They had only the half-inch VTR and the small pocket tape recorder; there were no connecting cables. They called for silence from the others in the camp and proceeded to run the checks, taping, retaping, listening to the whispering sounds.
At once they found that their ears simply weren’t capable of discriminating the sounds-everything sounded the same. Then Ross had an idea.
“These sounds taped,” she said, “as electrical signals.”
“Yes..
“Well, the linkup transmitter has a 256K memory.”
“But we can’t link up to the Houston computer.”
“I don’t mean that,” Ross said. She explained that the satellite linkup was made by having the 256K computer on-site match an internally generated signal-like a video test pattern-to a transmitted signal from Houston. That was how they locked on. The machine was built that way, but they could use the matching program for other purposes.
“You mean we can use it to compare these sounds?” Elliot said.
They could, but it was incredibly slow. They had to transfer the taped sounds to the computer memory, and rerecord it in the VTR, on another portion of the tape bandwidth. Then they had to input that signal into the computer memory, and run a second comparison tape on the VTR. Elliot found that he was standing by, watching Ross shuffle tape cartridges and mini floppy discs. Every half hour, Munro would wander over to ask how it was coming; Ross became increasingly snappish and irritable. “We’re going as fast as we can,” she said.
It was now eight o’clock.
But the first results were encouraging: Amy was indeed consistent in her translations. By nine o’clock they had quantified matching on almost a dozen words:
FOOD.9213.112
EAT.8844.334
WATER.9978.004
DRINK.7743.334
{AFFIRMATION} YES.6654.441
{NEGATION} NO.8883.220
COME.5459.440
GO.5378.404
SOUND COMPLEX:?AWAY.5444.363
SOUND COMPLEX:?HERE.6344.344
SOUND COMPLEX:?ANGER
?BAD.4232.477
Ross stepped away from the computer. “All yours,” she said to Elliot.
Munro paced across the compound. This was the worst time. Everyone waiting, on edge, nerves shot. He would have joked with Kahega and the other porters, but Ross and
–Elliot needed silence for their work. He glanced at Kahega. Kahega pointed to the sky and rubbed his fingers together. Munro nodded.
He had felt it too, the heavy dampness in the air, the almost palpable feeling of electrical charge. Rain was coming.
That was all they needed, he thought. During the afternoon, there had been more booming and distant explosions, which
he had thought were far-off lightning storms. But the sound was not right; these were sharp, single reports, more like a sonic boom than anything else. Munro had heard them before, and he had an idea about what they meant.
He glanced up at the dark cone of Mukenko, and the faint glow of the Devil’s Eye. He looked at the crossed green laser beams overhead. And he noticed one of the beams was moving where it struck foliage in the trees above.
At first he thought it was an illusion, that the leaf was moving and not the beam. But after a moment he was sure: the beam itself was quivering, shifting up and down in the night air.
Munro knew this was an ominous development, but it would have to wait until later; at the moment, there were more pressing concerns. He looked across the compound at Elliot and Ross bent over their equipment, talking quietly and in general behaving as if they had all the time in the world.
Elliot actually was going as fast as he could. He had eleven reliable vocabulary words recorded on tape. His problem now was to compose an unequivocal message. This was not as easy as it first appeared.
For one thing, the gorilla language was not a pure verbal language. The gorillas used sign and sound combinations to convey information. This raised a classic problem in language structure-how was the information actually conveyed? (L. S. Verinski once said that if alien visitors watched Italians speaking they would conclude that Italian was basically a gestural sign language, with sounds added for emphasis only.) Elliot needed a simple message that did not depend on accompanying hand signs.