"Nothing but gametes. The dimorphic set — call it sperm. Two types, little boy sperms, little girl sperms — half of the germ-plasm of … something. Not complete beings at all. Half of the gametes of some … creatures, some race. Maybe they live in space, I think so. The, their zygotes do. Maybe they they aren’t even intelligent. Say they use planets to breed on, like amphibians going to the water. And they sowed their primordial seed-stuff around here, their milt and roe among the stars. On suitable planets. And the stuff germinated. And after the usual interval — say three billion years, that’s what it took us, didn’t it? — the milt, the sperm, evolved to motility, see? And we made it to the stars. To the roe-planet. To fertilize them. And that’s all we are, the whole damn thing — the evolving, the achieving and fighting and hoping — all the pain and effort, just to get us there with the loads of jizzum in our heads. Nothing but sperms’ tails. Human beings — does a sperm think it’s somebody, too? Those beautiful egg-things, the creatures on that planet, evolving in their own way for millions of years … maybe they think and dream, too, maybe they think they’re people. All the whole thing, just to make something else, all for nothing—”
—A Momentary Taste of Being (excerpt) / James Tiptree Jnr (Alice B. Sheldon)
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Før eller senere får vi alle blev, hvad Tyler ønskede, vi skulle være.
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