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It's
bad enough when you get done in by superbrainhood through spontaneous
evolution, self-induced tinkering, or even alien midwifery, but direct
tinkering is downright rude. There the prehominids were a couple
of million years ago, minding their own business picking fleas off one
another and suddenly this monolith thingee shows up and starts
inducing them to start whacking each other with pig femurs.
Preferably to classical music. |
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So, you go forward to
the early 21st and what do you find? The annoying
little bleeders are still at it, only this time they're wasting the
taxpayer's money by conning the government into sending an expedition
to Jupiter so that they can shanghai one of the astronauts and do
freaky things to him in a very oddly lit hotel room and
change him into an omnipotent star baby who can go back and do equally
freaky things to Earth.
Frankly, I've got a good mind to call a cop. |