Man I’d love it if life was found on Mars, just so it was nice.
I used google translate, the Pope’s future encyclical could be called: “Quod potest, cui mens litigare”, but I suspect that the Pope’s latin might be a tad more precise than google’s. There should be a chapter about keeping their tentacles off our Earth women.
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Might be “Quicquid agere posset, cui mens”. Or “Facit quicquid lis habet animam”.
I don’t know. I wouldn’t want to imply something like “I sue, therefore I am...”
Tentacled Martians are a pure Wellsian fictional boogeyman construction, based on a 19th-century Victorian squeamishness about octopi and other tentacled creatures. (Well, I shouldn't talk--I've rarely been able to stomach calamari myself.)
For a more up-to-date and believable description of Martian (or, as the natives call it, Malacandrian) life, check out the slightly fictionalized account of Professor E. Ransom's adventures on Mars, in C. S. Lewis' Out of the Silent Planet. It's a real eye-opener. Be sure not to miss the last chapter, where Ransom corrects (and adds to) Lewis' account of the Martian adventures.
I have no idea why xenobiologists have not been all over this thing. Maybe it's the "fiction" label usually put on it.
I wouldn't even mind if it was testy and argumentative!