Writer - Corey Mesler
"It is as if He had said to the inhabitants of this globe we call ours, 'I have made an earth for man to dwell upon, and I have rendered the starry heavens visible, to teach him science and the arts. He can now provide for his own comfort, and learn from my munificence to all to be kind to each other.'"
- Thomas Paine, The Age of Reason
- Stan, my trusty HRD, how goes it, my man? Pencil behind the ear. Must be busy, what?
-- Yes, sir. Going well.
- What’s that you’ve got there? The plans, the whole royal set of plans?
-- Yes, sir. Been going over them. They look pretty good, pretty sound. I’m not sure about the seven day thing--
-- Yes, sir. Six. Seems a rush but that’s your department.
- Something else is bothering you.
-- Yes, sir. You still want to leave free will in place?
-- And monkeys? You sure you mean monkeys?
- Yes, Stan.
-- Dolphins, sir, are--
- Monkeys, Stan.
-- Right, sir. That seems about proper then. Let me see. (Stan ruffles through numerous sheets of plans). Yes, here, sir. See what I’ve projected, skipping ahead.
- Tell me, Stan.
-- The dinosaurs, sir. Once they are in the ground for a million years or so.
-- They turn to a highly unstable state, a combustible fossilized carbon. Black, flammable, noxious.
- Uh huh. Why does that bother you?
-- Well, I mean the monkeys, sir. They might dig it up and, who knows?, they might think to use it as a power, er, or a fuel, to, in a sense, burn it for their heat. And, look here, sir. Suppose they build things that use dead dinosaurs as fuel.
- Stan, Stan. Anticipatory anxiety, what? Think, man. What am I giving them for energy, an infinite source, a source that will be stable for millennia?
-- The sun, sir.
- Yes, Stan. Exactly so. The sun.
-- Yes, sir.
- Trust them. They’ll figure it out.
-- Yes, sir.
- Anything else, Stan?
-- No, sir. Um.
- Spit it out, Stan.
-- The excretory system, sir. Are you sure you want it that close to the sex organs?