Here I am, a product of reproduction, a chain of events stretching back billions of years— Sitting with a lump of metal and glass in my hand, tapping out thoughts on a screen that glows because some apes learned how to trap lightning.
Life is weird. (Fragment)
Here I am, a product of reproduction, a chain of events stretching back billions of years— Sitting with a lump of metal and glass in my hand, tapping out thoughts on a screen that glows because some apes learned how to trap lightning.