Pylo huffed and sent a flutter of information over to ▙◀ buying up several stocks and options, waiving fourteen deals and approving two, and generally making a mess of things to show her displeasure over the whole situation.

It honestly was not all that different from dealing with a port after she got the feel of it. But at the same time she could tell it was not really helping her or them.

“Listen... Altruism I get you genuinely want to help. But this is not helping! And I see what you are doing over there Survival! Cut it out I’m just frustrated! No one is getting kicked off of the ship so calm down!”

Pylo supposed that at the very least these sessions were helping her get over the habit of making so many terranisms. It had gotten to the point the two of them just sat broadcasting at one another with scarcely an unnecessary motion beyond those needed to keep their various limbs in good working order.

It was even more relaxing when the little micropolity had given her an account with the general clout economy so she could weigh in for her own interests. The manner of exchange was cumbersome and weird and apparently there was talk of them spinning up a foreign exchange sub system. Honesty really just worked better for Pylo.

Which was apparently Altruism’s plan all along. For such a ‘benevolent’ organization the sub system was downright devious and cutthroat.

“We’ve gone over my psychometry, We’ve gone over my anatomy - which was embarrassing, I’ve let you prod at my cortical stacks under oath and contract of total forfeiture of your entire polity to me if you damaged anything. I’ve done a barrage of medical and linguistic tests and you’ve done comparative if rather insulting lineups between the orphan sirens you had on file at Redweed and my own metrics. There is nothing wrong with me! We’ve both established this. Terrans are just absurd and broken creatures!”

Pylo huffed to cool and refresh herself again, then waited while the internal markets swayed and heaved under her ultimatum. Eventually one of the speculative prediction markets gives out a memo, and the other demiurges spear head the whole thing and ah, there is the official communication missive.

“Be that as it may dear ship mistress courtesan, but then if Terrans are so intractable why do they respond so well to simpler and much cruder translation devices? We of ▙◀ are using a considerably inferior off market best-fitter mapping net and they respond well within margins too it for comparable thought-capacity sentients”

Pylo huffed and threw back her head to spew the crystallizing effluvient into the chamber.

“If I knew that I wouldn't have even needed to let you prod, poke and insult my heritage you ramshackle excuse for a poly-state!”

Damn it, another terranism! She was doing so well and then things got too emotional! Or maybe she just needed SOMETHING to vent. She contemplated going on another random economic binge but that was not really fair to abuse the poor micro-polity’ economy like she was doing earlier.

She actually liked Altruism and Kin-selection. They had good reasonable policies.

Pylo turned her attention back to the polity and made a few careful tweaks to her direct missive.

“It does not make any sense that they respond fine to a dumb brick parser! I’m doing everything right! I read all of their literature on their weird resonance anatomy. I checked it out myself and it all seemed correct. I’ve got the feedback loops right, current correct, neurochemistry right, I even double checked that their genomics are not interfering! My translation is neuro-chemically and electrically perfect!”

▙◀ rallies another investigative essay. Fishing around over everything they had already gone over already looking for some kind of magical pattern that Pylo still had no idea how the aggregate found but whatever.

Pylo watched a few drafts pick up in the assembly.

“The terrans are idiots, just give up, use a box like everyone else”

"We could port the box code to a Regular Expression based turing complete string substitution, sirens are known to easily run arbitrary programs by that black box conceptualization"

“Some of them seem to take in the translation fine? Why don’t we just do corrective surgery on the defectives.”

“Implant the translators as a secondary lobe in their brains, so that they can”

"Pattern: both sources they respond well to are similar to terran tools, not terrans themselves, try seeming more like a tool?"

“Do a broad evaluation of the internal stratum of the communicative cortices of the Terrans for study in cryptographics! An anti-Siren schema would be worth more than all of redweed! Well more than a fault on a basic transit contract”

“The Terrans are erratic in their response to your translation, The effect is worse on a scheme from youngest to eldest?”

Pylo huffed in disgust again. Holding back on unleashing a particularily virulent hydrocarbon eating plague spore on the polity’s casing.

“Ugh No you idiots I’m not going to stone speak like that. No I’m not voiding a contract, no their internal formats are nothing like the machines that they respond well too I checked that already, I can UNDERSTAND them fine it’s only when I speak too them properly that they seem to get weird feedback loops. What part of I won’t void a contract do you not understand Greed? And yes that’s the worst part Quarti follows fine and even communicates the most eloquently and polite of all three of them!”

▙◀ ‘s internal debates stalled out and some random predictive market rushed through the rest of the assembly of demiurges. Catching the attention of several others who quickly hashed together additions and collaboratives in a web of interconnections that started to make Pylo dizzy.

“Quarti runs afoul of our translation protocols reliably... Far too many hidden implications, voids, unsaid components, implications, shared context. Half of everything that she says comes up as total gibberish. Even when translations seem accurate they can lead astray or end up having been a ruse. We avoid her as much as possible”

Pylo tilted her head, she could not help it. The confusion and discrepancy sank her right back into the terranisms all over again.

“Hardly, She’s the one that speaks in whole neuromapping forms the clearest”

▙◀ brought up a data entry from the terran’s archive several expert systems and sub models pulling up the records and collaborating. Vast clout and wealth spurred and spent between the demiurges, congratulatory favors and back deals sweeping through.

Pylo had seen a bubble like this crash before.

“Pylo would you look at this linguistic form here?”

It was crude, scratchy and disgustingly inefficient and inflexible.

“What stoneborn ecorapist monstrosity invented that afront to language?!”

“It was made as a low bandwidth format for several light and pressure wave formats in pre-port Terran societies. A few different formats that--”

“Ah I see, yeah but that is so ugly, it’s gone through three or four interpretive layers and lost elegance, local efficiency and flexibility each step of the way! Also that is obscenely slow info transfer rates!”

“Do you see this interpretive layer here?”

“Yeah?”

It was some caustic pressure wave medium transfer thing, some kind of sublingual system the terrans used to transmit and train their linguistic cortices to actually communicate.

“That is the deepest entropic level of output that the translation protocols actually use with terrans”

Pylo tilted her head again in bafflement.

“That can’t be right at all, that is far, FAR too little info density for what they convey to one another It’s ... no that can’t be right, that’s ALL your stupid boxes are doing?”

▙◀ shifted internally, a great many funds and contracts settling into the accounts of the demiurges in a way that Pylo did not like at all. Not that she disagreed with it, several of those demiurges were very nice sub-entities in their own right.

The missive was unanimous.

“I believe if you compare the info density to your encounters with young Aleph they will line up suspiciously ship mistress.”

Pylo did not have the most perfect memory, but she had just talked with the girl not too long ago and there was MORE then what could be carried over this pressure wave facilitated pidgin.

But not a lot of the extra was flagged for external listeners. Pylo had figured she was just shy or soft spoken or nervous. It was pretty cute honestly.

But comparing it to this.

Things lined up a lot more then she was comfortable with.

“The Terrans LIED to me? That’s why they can’t understand me? Because they TOLD ME TO TALK TO THE WRONG PARTS?!”

Altruism paid a lot more then probably was wise to push through the message that ▙◀ presented as quickly as possible.

“I believe dear ship mistress that the Terrans are ignorant of the precise nature of their own neural anatomy in this regard”

Pylo huffed again, then found it did not feel like enough and tried throwing vouchers around in ▙◀’s economy. But they put a temporary block on her accounts before she felt better.

“Ship mistress I think it would be a good idea to calm down before you do anything”

Pylo huffed again, then turned away from ▙◀, throwing a flippant signal back at them.

“I’m going to have some private time, DO NOT DISTURB ME”

And with that her session with the micropolity was done. Because she said it was and she needed to work out this frustration before she burst something.

Stupid primitive toothscum IDIOTS!.

Why did she trust the fuzzy headed savages?!