From Accelerando... (talking about an alien signal) "Colorless green ideas sleep furiously," she suggests. "Nope," replies the cat. "It was more like: 'Greeti

From Accelerando... (talking about an alien signal) "Colorless green ideas sleep furiously," she suggests. "Nope," replies the cat. "It was more like: 'Greetings, earthlings, compile me on your leader.'" ... The cat yawns. "I could have told Pierre instead." Aineko glances at Amber, sees her thunderous expression, and hastily changes the subject: "The solution was intuitively obvious, just not to humans. You're so verbal." Lifting a hind paw, she scratches behind her left ear for a moment then pauses, foot waving absentmindedly. "Besides, the CETI team was searching under the street lights while I was sniffing around in the grass. They kept trying to find primes; when that didn't work, they started trying to breed a Turing machine that would run it without immediately halting." Aineko lowers her paw daintily. "None of them tried treating it as a map of a connectionist system based on the only terrestrial components anyone had ever beamed out into deep space. Except me. But then, your mother had a hand in my wetware, too."