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Invasion of the Silicates

          Rutger Schlager’s turn was next. He waited until his tablemates
        had settled into attitudes of respectful, if not rapt, attention.
          “Total war!” he intoned in a  gruff monotone. “It may well be
        that threats to the planet from its big-brained bipeds has eclipsed
        concern about alien invaders intent on world conquest, but I think
        fear of the unknown gets more attention than garden-variety self-
        destruction via resource mismanagement. Oh, I know: this has been
        done  so  many  times  it’s  a  joke.  The  insignificant  astronomy  lab
        assistant tugging at his boss’s sleeve for attention to a tiny anomaly
        that soon becomes a cataclysmic  menace, and only they have got
        the  answer—if  only  they  could  get  a  hearing  in  the  corridors  of
        power.  Owing  to  writers’  projective  propensity,  those  invaders
        display  enough  greed,  stupidity  and  ruthlessness  to  make  them
        instantly comprehensible to readers looking for a thrill.”
          “People  looking  to  the  sky  for  bug-eyed  monsters  in  flying
        saucers heading for Washington, D.C.: that was big in the Cold War
        era.  Then  it  was  strands  of  exoplanet  DNA  hitching  a  ride  on
        meteorites during the early biotech disruption years. Now, in the era
        of the microchip, it’s time for a new type of fatal intruder, one that
        settles insidiously upon the face of the planet night and day, trillions
        of  tons  of  it  since  the  earth  was  cooling.  I  speak  of  space  dust,
        ladies and gentlemen, the minerals surviving interstellar journeys to
        descend unnoticed among us, slowly accumulating on the land and
        the  bottom  of  the  sea.  It  is  beneath  our  gaze,  to  be  trod  upon,
        pushed  aside  in  construction  projects  or  scooped  up  for  use  in
        building materials. Ninety percent of the earth’s crust consists of a
        large  group  of  silicates,  compounds  of  silicon,  oxygen  and  other
        metallic elements.”
          “Scientists have told us of the possibility of organisms based on
        silicon instead of carbon. Let us take this one this one step further:
        were  such  entities—or  their  embryonic  silicate  stage—to  be
        dispersed among the galaxies, either by intent or the destruction of
        their  home  world,  they  might,  after  eons  of  aimless  buffeting  by
        gravitational  and  electromagnetic  forces  linking  the  star  systems,
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