C.W. came by this morning. I hadn't seen him in ages. He had worried about Covid and hasn't been around much. Anyway, today he looked a lot like I imagine Charles Darwin might have looked.
"What's up?" he said.
"Where have you been?"
"Somewhere safe, watching," he said.
"To what do I owe the pleasure?"
"Does your species understand natural selection?"
I thought. "Some do. Many don't."
"The species may get hit by it, and not in a pleasant way."
"Oh?"
"Yes. Remember that the role of a male is to impregnate as many females as he can to propagate a species much like himself."
"Yes."
"And remember that the role of a female is to propagate wisely, as with most things. That's why we don't understand why they aren't the rulers."
"So. Do you have a point?"
"Yes. What happens if they aren't allowed to choose wisely."
"What do you mean?"
"What if rapist and child-molesters decide to develop a dominant species by spreading their seeds abundantly and pervasively?"
A crack appeared in the clouds of my thinking and a shaft of light emerged.
"And what if the results of their base decision were now protected by your laws so propagation would prove inevitable?"
"You mean the products of wickedness might be protected by the courts?
"I mean floods of mutants infiltrating your species. Nothing more. Nothing less."
"Did you come back after all these years just to make me feel worse than I already do?"
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