"I think that's a damn good analogy," Rainsford said. "But what happens when the boiling point is reached?"
"That's what we have to find out," Van Riebeek told him. "That's what I was talking about a moment ago. We don't know any more about how sapience appeared today than we did in the year zero, or in the year 654 Pre-Atomic, for that matter."
"Wait a minute," Jack interrupted. "Before we go any deeper, let's agree on a definition of sapience."
Van Riebeek laughed. "Ever try to get a definition of life from a biologist?" he asked. "Or a definition of number from a mathematician?"
"That's about it." Ruth looked at the Fuzzies, who were staring at their colored-ball construction as though wondering if they could add anything more without spoiling the design. "I'd say: a level of mentation qualitatively different from nonsapience in that it includes the ability to symbolize ideas, store and transmit them, the ability to generalize, and the ability to form abstract ideas. There, I didn't say a word about talk-and-build-a-fire, did I?"
"Little Fuzzy symbolizes and generalizes," Jack said. "He symbolizes a damnthing by three horns, and he symbolizes a rifle by a long thing that points and makes noises. Rifles kill animals. Harpies and damnthings are both animals. If a rifle will kill a harpy, it'll kill a damnthing too."
Juan Jimenez had been frowning in thought; he looked up and asked, "What's the lowest known sapient race?"
"Yggdrasil Khooghras," Gerd van Riebeek said promptly. "Any of you ever been on Yggdrasil?"
"I saw a man shot once on Mimir for calling another man a son of a Khooghra," Jack said. "The man who shot him had been on Yggdrasil and knew what he was being called."
"I spent a couple of years among them," Gerd said. "They do build fires; I'll give them that. They char points on sticks to make spears. And they talk. I learned their language, all eighty-two words of it. I taught a few of the intelligentsia how to use machetes without maiming themselves, and there was one mental giant I could trust to carry some of my equipment, if I kept an eye on him, but I never let him touch my rifle or my camera."
"Can they generalize?" Ruth asked.
"Honey, they can't do nothin' else but! Every word in their language is a high-order generalization. Hroosha, live-thing.
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