Captain Tansky leaned up against the edge of the conference table in the meeting room aboard Station D-102. Her arms were crossed in front of her as she listened to the incomprehensible sounds being uttered by the Chacona ambassador on the large view screen from the wall before her. She had turned off the audio translation as their syntax was so alien the computer couldn’t compose a coherent verbal sentence. Yet the computer could build a reasonable text translation after the ...