After robots failed to find life on mars, NASA scientists sent Nana the typing gorilla to search the terrain. This is a transcript of their communications
Thomas: Hey Nana—find anything yet?
Nana: Nana has good news! Thomas: What? Humanoids?
Nana: Nana had baby.
Thomas: Oh. Gosh. We didn’t realize you were pregnant.
Michael: So…see any life yet?
Nana: Will call it Rock-Rock, like rock it was born on.
Thomas: What is the rock like?
Nana: Little brown boy with deep brown eyes.
Thomas: No, Nana—describe the rock to us.
Nana: Oh. Big red thing. With deep brown eyes.
Thomas and Michael: …
Nana: It moves. It…it took Nana baby! Rock took baby!
Michael: Nana, how? Describe the rock more.
Nana: Baby dead. Baby dead.
Thomas: Nana, listen this is very important—that was not a rock.
Nana: You think Nana no have brain? I know not rock! It ate baby!
Michael: Where were the eyes? Were they surrounding the stomach, like in that picture I drew?
Thomas: Michael, that was the stupidest picture I’ve ever seen.
Michael: Shut up, Thomas—It’s correct, right Nana?
Nana: Nana have so many emotions never learned how to call. Nana hate scientists. Nana throw self off planet.
Thomas: No, Nana! Think how famous you’ll be!
Michael: How famous she’ll be? I’m the one who drew the picture!
Thomas: Michael, it doesn’t have eyes on its stomach—Nana, tell him it doesn’t have eyes there.
Nana: Nana going to kill rock-monster. Then when come home, Nana kill all science men.
Michael: Nana, calm down. That monster is the best thing that’s ever happened to us.
Nana: Oh no.
Thomas: What Nana? Is it back?
Nana: Throw self off planet no work. Just keep going round and round. Nana wish rock-monster come back.
Michael: So do we, Nana. So do we.