“I guess you could say it’s a handicap
possessing total objectivity.
You normals are protected by the crap
that filters much of what you hear and see.
“As much as I enjoy this potency,
and really don’t consider it a fault,
it’s scary to imagine more like me.
We’d bring the human species to a halt.
“That will not ever happen; don’t you fret.
I’ve no desire to spread this little germ.
Your people may continue to beget
more carriers of genes (excuse the term).”
“Why not?” asked Esther. “You have worked so hard
to make this. Now it’s out the window thrown?”
She knew that she was letting down her guard
by letting Ciral’s schemes become her own.
©2011 Louis A. Merrimac
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