MEK or Mek may refer to:
- Methyl ethyl ketone (butanone), a solvent, used also to weld some plastics
- Mujahideen-e Khalq, the Iranian organization known in English as the People's Mujahedin of Iran
- MEK Compound, in Fallujah, Iraq, a large compound used by the U.S. military from 2003 to 2009
- Mek (comics), a comic mini series by Warren Ellis
- Magyar Elektronikus Könyvtár, or the Hungarian Electronic Library, a digital library
- Message Encryption Key, a type of key in cryptography
- Mobiles Einsatzkommando, a special police unit in Germany
- Mitogen-activated protein kinase kinase
- Mek people, an indigenous tribe of West Papua, Indonesia
- Mek languages, a family of Papuan languages spoken by the Mek peoples
- Mu Epsilon Kappa Society, an organization of anime clubs
- Meelo Evaru Koteeswarudu, a Telugu television show
- Mek, the title held by rulers of the Sultanate of Sennar
Mek is a three-issue comic book mini-series published in 2003 by WildStorm, written by Warren Ellis, pencilled by Steve Rolston and inked by Al Gordon.
Usage examples of "mek".
Conceivably these components might have been replaced from the Mek shops on the second sub-level, but none of the group had any knowledge of the Mek nomenclature or warehousing system.
The Mek typically wore no garment except possibly a work apron or a tool-belt, and in the sunlight his rust-bronze skin made a handsome display.
Jardine and Salonson of Tuang, considered the Mek bland and phlegmatic, but the profound Claghorn of Castle Hagedorn asserted otherwise.
The emotions of the Mek, said Claghorn, were different from human emotions, and only vaguely comprehensible to man.
The most reasonable conjecture was also the simplest: the Mek resented servitude and hated the Earthmen who had removed him from his natural environment.
Those who argued against this theory claimed that it projected human emotions and attitudes into a nonhuman organism, that the Mek had every reason to feel gratitude toward the gentlemen who had liberated him from the conditions of Etamin Nine.
Below the plaza were three service levels: the stables and garages at the bottom, next the Mek shops and Mek living quarters, then the various storerooms, warehouses and special shops: bakery, brewery, lapidary, arsenal, repository, and the like.
Customarily three Mek specialists connected into the apparatus by wires clipped to their quills sat typing messages as they arrived.
And Xanten, watching the soft contours of old Earth slide below, pondered the Mek revolt which had altered his life with such startling abruptness.
Ahead, the spaceship hangars were visible, where Mek technicians maintained four spaceships that were jointly the property of Hagedorn, Janeil, Tuang, Mominglight and Maraval, though, for a variety of reasons, the ships were never used.
They fell back, and now Xanten noted one standing at the head of the companionway leading into the ship: a Mek larger than any he had seen before and one in some fashion different.
With an unhurried flourish Xanten whipped away a Mek who had leapt forward with a knife, and without deigning to aim fired at and destroyed the Mek who stood on the companionway, even as the slug sang past his head.
Something tickled his mind: the recollection of the Mek who had fired the pellet gun.
From the direction of the hangars came a single Mek, evidently attracted by the sounds of destruction.
Here was another of the larger Meks, and now Xanten saw it to be without a syrup sac, a Mek in the original state.