Chapter 15 Chapter 15 Bacon, the king of meat!

After his guests left, Holloway picked up the information board and called up the surveillance camera footage.Even if the three of them saw the camera just now, they didn't pay much attention, playing into Holloway's arms.He put a hat on the camera and it worked. There was no special movement in the first few minutes of the video, only Joe Dries sitting in the spaceship fiddled with the instrument panel and keys of the spaceship boringly.Holloway fast-forwarded a bit and saw something jumping on top of the spaceship. Holloway slowed down the video and zoomed in for a closer look.That's Scabbers, the troublemaker Momo.

Scabbers climbed onto the windshield of the spaceship, clearly interested in the humans inside.Humans seem to be very annoyed with Mao Mao.Banban pressed her small face against the glass to watch Dries carefully, and Dries slapped the glass hard from the inside with his hand. Scabbers backed away in fright, but quickly realized that human smashing on the glass was no threat to it, so he put his face on the glass again, and Driss slapped the glass again.Scabbers didn't move this time.Dries took another tap, and another.Holloway zoomed in on Dries' face, who was yelling.The ship was too far away to record sound, and the microphone was muted.

Holloway frowned. He pointed the surveillance camera at Dries, but just to be on the safe side, he planned to record the conversation in the room at the same time, in case it might be useful in the future.He must have accidentally pressed the microphone's mute button while adjusting the camera angle to face out, and nothing was recorded. Holloway zoomed in on the screen again, and Scabbers was no longer attached to the glass. He was watching Driss yelling with relish, maybe wondering why humans didn't come out of the spaceship to catch it and beat it.After a few minutes, Driss calmed down, and Maomao leaned against the glass again, Dries firmly ignored the little guy.

Banban turned around and squatted down, deliberately drew circles on the glass with her buttocks, facing Dries' face. Dries flew into a rage, leaned on the seat and kicked the windshield with his foot.Evidently, Dries was sure Holloway would blow his head off with a shotgun as soon as he stepped off the ship, otherwise Scabbers would be a dead mass by now. Holloway rewinds and rewatches the footage, a big grin on his face. He fast-forwarded a little, and Banban was looking up in the screen, as if he was calling someone.Sure enough, a minute later another Mao Mao also landed on the top of the spaceship: Grandpa Mao Mao is here.The two furs stood on the top as if they had a meeting to discuss something, and then Banban rubbed his little butt on the windshield for a while, causing Driss to kick him again.

Grandpa Mao Mao obviously felt that this was boring, so he slapped Banban's head, pulled the little Mao Mao away from the glass, and pushed it to jump off the spaceship.Scabbers jumped onto the nearest thorn log and ran.Grandpa Mao Mao turned around and looked back at Driss, and walked up to the glass to take a closer look.Driss was swearing non-stop, and spit out in a fit of rage. After a while like this, grandpa seemed to have an idea. He squatted down and pressed his butt against the glass.Then it ambled down from the top of the spaceship, like a holiday walk.Holloway laughed out loud, making Carl look up warily.

Holloway fast-forwarded a few minutes more to Driss's idling, pausing when the sheriff's three companions appeared.Seeing them, Dries opened the door next to the front passenger seat, took a risky step out of the spaceship and stood up straight, shouting something to the three people who came.Next, Driss made gestures for a minute or two towards the thorn tree that Scabbers and Grandpa had left.Aubrey and Langdon walked over and looked up into the thornwood for a moment, as if looking for the two little things.Finally they got back on the spaceship, and the spaceship lifted off, flew several meters above the Holloway's platform and fled away.

Remind yourself: Next time you see Scabbers and Grandpa give them a beer.thought Holloway.He wouldn't really give them beer, he once gave Papa and Mama Fuzzy a little beer to see if they liked it, and both little ones spit it out.Fluffy cats love clear water, preferably from a direct-drinking faucet, they are still fascinated by faucets and love juice.They don't like other drinks.But it's not a bad idea to invite Momo for a drink.Holloway liked anyone who didn't want to see Dries, no matter the breed. Anyone, said a voice in his head, suspiciously familiar, like Isabel. Holloway shook his head, dismissing the sound.Yes, anyone, but that doesn't mean the Fuzzies are intelligent beings.To him, Karl is also more or less human, but not human.It's perfectly fine to treat an animal as a human being, they don't need to have the level of intelligence of an intelligent being.

Holloway looked down at his dog sprawled on the floor. "Hi, Carl," he called.Carl raised one eyebrow, with an inadvertent expression of disdain. "Carl, talk!" Holloway said.Carl looked up at Holloway, but did nothing.Holloway hadn't taught it the trick of "talking".Making a dog bark deliberately for no reason had never been his hobby. "Good dog, Carl," he said, "it would be nice not to talk." Carl was noncommittal, sniffed, closed his eyes and fell asleep again. Carl is a good dog, a good companion, not an intelligent creature, and will not attract official attention from the colony.Chimpanzees, dolphins, cuttlefish, yunfus, blue dogs, weasels, punkfish, and a few others are also above average animal intelligence, but not yet intelligent.Among the more than 200 planets that humans have touched, there are only two creatures that meet the standards of human intelligent creatures: Ula and Mudpimple.Both creatures display some of the common behaviors of highly intelligent beings, and there is no doubt that they possess the advanced intelligence possessed by humans.

Ah, it's not that no one doubts it.The pedantic spirit in his mind is more serious, the villain reminded him.For both of these creatures, a small segment of the prospecting and mining industry insists that they are not intelligent.Ula and Mudpimple (formerly Zara 3 and Lantian 6) have abundant resources, and it is worth giving them a chance to oppose the identification of intelligent creatures.Especially the determination of the mud bumps. When humans came into contact with them, their level of civilization development was probably only equivalent to that of the primitive people who survived by hunting and gathering on the North American continent in 10,000 BC.Denying intelligent biological equivalents to direct ancestors is not a problem at all for exploration and mining business lawyers.Lawyers are in the business of being blind to such connections.The mud lump can't read, there is no city-state, and it is still open to question whether there is farming.Three strikes and you're out, at least in the eyes of E&P lawyers.

Holloway held up the message board, rewound the film to the beginning, and watched Scabbers and Grandpa again.If the surveying and mining side can even make a big objection against the identification of intelligent creatures with mud lumps, they will even beat drums and drums to oppose it when they meet Mao Mao.There is no city-state, no writing, no farming, and there is no language, no tools, no clothes, and obviously no social structure beyond the family—even the family concept is barely enough, and their unisexual structure is too Special, although there are differences among individuals, there is a lack of gender role distinction.

They'd be better off not being intelligent, Holloway thought.Even if they are intelligent beings may not be recognized, too many people wish they were not intelligent beings.It's better to be a monkey and not know what they've taken from you than to be a human being, wide awake and powerless. Carl rolled up from the ground and headed towards the door of the hut with his tail flicking.It opened the dog door a little with its nose, and something outside grabbed the door and held on, and Carl took a step back. A second later, the furries file in, returning from their day of furry adventures.Every fur had patted or rubbed Carl as a way of saying hello, except the baby, who wrapped his arms around Carl's neck for a hug.Carl was able to bear it well now, licking the baby's face when it let go. Papa Fluffy walked up to Holloway, watching him, which Holloway knew meant he needed his services.Holloway, remembering his role as Furry's housekeeper, smiled and followed the little creature into the kitchen.Papa Fluffy stopped in front of the refrigerator, and Holloway knew Fluffy could open it himself, so he praised him for asking permission, and then opened the refrigerator. "Go." Holloway motioned to Papa Fluffy.Papa Fluffy went in and dragged out the last bit of smoked turkey. "I don't think you should eat that," Holloway said, "it's almost spoiled." He took the turkey from Momo's hand, pulled out the last two pieces, and shook Carl, who was so excited . "Sit down," he said to Carl, who sat down cheerfully.Holloway tossed the turkey to Carl, and before it hit the ground, Carl took a bite in the air and swallowed it in the blink of an eye. Papa Fluffy witnessed all this, turned around and screamed at Holloway, Holloway was amused, as if to say: Sorry, but I'm going to kill you! Holloway waved his hand up. "Wait," he said, reaching into the refrigerator and taking out another cooler bag. "Guys," he announced, showing the cooler pack to the Fuzzies, "I think it's time to introduce you to what we humans call 'bacon.'" Papa Fluffy looked suspiciously at the cooler. "Trust me," said Holloway, closing the refrigerator and going for the frying pan. Five minutes later, the aroma of frying bacon caught the Mao Maos and Carl, and they stared intently at the small stove in the room.Banban even planned to climb up to grab some slices of half-cooked bacon, but Mama Mao Mao grabbed her and handed it to grandpa, who slapped it on the forehead several times.Patting the head is obviously the main means of communication between Grandpa Mao Mao and Banban. It didn't take long for six slices of bacon to be fried.Holloway gave a slice to each Fluffy and kept the last slice for himself.Karl, dissatisfied with the tragic injustice that everyone has bacon and it doesn't, whines pitifully. "It's your next pot, man," Holloway promised.He peeled off another strip of bacon, tore it open and laid it in the pot, then turned around to observe how the furs reacted to the processed and pickled food.Papa Fluffy held up a piece of bacon and handed it to a nervous Carl.Maomao let out a cry, and Carl sat down.Holloway was amused, Papa Fluffy was just doing what he did with the turkey. Papa Fluffy opened his mouth, and Carl immediately got down on the ground.Papa Fluffy opened his mouth again, and Carl rolled over on his stomach, sticking out his tongue.Papa Fluffy tore off a small piece and threw it to Carl, who eagerly swallowed it in one gulp.Papa Fluffy went on to enjoy his leftover bacon. Holloway's arm was scalded by the oil from the bacon, and Holloway came back to remember that he was still cooking with the stove on.He fried a second round of bacon and gave it to the Fuzzies and Carl, and each animal was quite pleased with the second slice of goodness.Bacon has now replaced smoked turkey as the king of meat, or so the furs think.Holloway put the rest of the bacon back in the refrigerator, cleaned the pan, and went to the front of the desk to set up the information board. When Isabel left, she left a set of her Maomao videos and notes for Holloway as a return gift and for future preservation.If something happens to the data in her hand, his backup can still be used.Holloway pulled up the data and looked at it, especially some of the footage.He fiddled with the video, changing some playback settings. As he fiddled with it, hours passed.

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