If you hadn't had the surgery, you would’ve died
from infection, as the appendix would finally explode.”
"At the age of 15?"
"At 15," she confirmed. "That's what it was
before modern medicine. People died from nonsense. Appendix, for crying out
loud! But now what do we do? The simulation was stuck."
"Oh, nonsense. I'll just eliminate the disorder causer,
and it should run on."
“We'll see," she said.
Three hours later, the lines were running back in his room.
He slightly turned the computer screen, so that Lia could see. All lines were
green, she noticed, except here and there a yellow stain.
"Well," she said.
And Zomy pushed the button that sent millions of ants back
to their nests, where they continued to be busy in secret, under the eyes of
their rightful owners. Very quietly, secretly.
Green lines disappeared off the computer screen, returning
the screen to the usual frames. But Zomy didn’t feel like hunting down more
ants now. Anyway, all this would be redundant soon. After the completion of his
great plan, millions of new ants would be captured without any effort, using
the honey trap. His favorite method.
"Want to go to the cafeteria for a drink?"
And she looked at the clock.
"Yes, why not."
The simulation had four more months of real-time working,
until the next, harsh red line would appear.
*
Cruel Ruler: You know, I cannot believe it.
Mitochondria: That I had appendicitis at age 15?
Cruel Ruler: No, no. I mean all this thing, the genoshit,
the story of the computer software which is our genetic code. It's too
engineer-y to me. Where’s God in the story?
Cruel Ruler: Especially considering your background…you
didn’t ask these questions?
Mitochondria: God is in the story, believe me. Very much in
the story.
Mitochondria: Sure I asked. I'm the first to ask.
Mitochondria: God is very much in the story.
Cruel Ruler: Are you kidding me? It's all about software,
without any divine intervention. We are all robots. Programmed.
Mitochondria: First of all: where there is a program there
should be a programmer, right?
Cruel Ruler: Evolution, Darwin, you already know these
answers. So there are several billion commands in the genome, so what?
Mitochondria: You say that because you really don't know the
whole story.
Cruel Ruler: What you have said so far…there isn’t even an
element of choice, of will, in the genes. Everything that is coded there, this
is what happens. We are robots, with simplified software.
Mitochondria: No, no.
Mitochondria: This software is not simplified at all. It’s
so complicated that you have no idea. It's tricky even in my terms.
Mitochondria: The genome is a dynamic software. It changes
while operating. Your genome tomorrow will not resemble your genome today.
Cruel Ruler: ?
Mitochondria: Computer software is something permanent,
understand? What it says – that's how the computer works. The software itself
doesn’t change. But genome varies from day to day. Whole sections of it are
getting away from one place and moving into another. It is also very timely,
like clockwork.
Mitochondria: Like a few million watches, basically.
Cruel Ruler: I lost you again.
Mitochondria: Why does a fly's life lasts for two weeks and
a human's life more than a century?
Cruel Ruler: Because that's how it was determined?
Mitochondria: Because the DNA has a clock mechanism, that
determines what will happen to you at any moment, and when to die.
Cruel Ruler: Well, it just said. All written.
Mitochondria: So how does this relate to God, Lord of the
Universe?
Cruel Ruler: Don't you see my point? I'll explain one more
time.
Mitochondria: Explain.
Cruel Ruler: First of all: do you believe in God?
Cruel Ruler: Please note that I didn’t ask if you are
religious.
Mitochondria: I don’t have to believe in God. To my sorrow,
I know he exists.
Cruel Ruler: Why to your sorrow?
Mitochondria: Because the fact I know he exists frightens
me.
Mitochondria: Very
from infection, as the appendix would finally explode.”
"At the age of 15?"
"At 15," she confirmed. "That's what it was
before modern medicine. People died from nonsense. Appendix, for crying out
loud! But now what do we do? The simulation was stuck."
"Oh, nonsense. I'll just eliminate the disorder causer,
and it should run on."
“We'll see," she said.
Three hours later, the lines were running back in his room.
He slightly turned the computer screen, so that Lia could see. All lines were
green, she noticed, except here and there a yellow stain.
"Well," she said.
And Zomy pushed the button that sent millions of ants back
to their nests, where they continued to be busy in secret, under the eyes of
their rightful owners. Very quietly, secretly.
Green lines disappeared off the computer screen, returning
the screen to the usual frames. But Zomy didn’t feel like hunting down more
ants now. Anyway, all this would be redundant soon. After the completion of his
great plan, millions of new ants would be captured without any effort, using
the honey trap. His favorite method.
"Want to go to the cafeteria for a drink?"
And she looked at the clock.
"Yes, why not."
The simulation had four more months of real-time working,
until the next, harsh red line would appear.
*
Cruel Ruler: You know, I cannot believe it.
Mitochondria: That I had appendicitis at age 15?
Cruel Ruler: No, no. I mean all this thing, the genoshit,
the story of the computer software which is our genetic code. It's too
engineer-y to me. Where’s God in the story?
Cruel Ruler: Especially considering your background…you
didn’t ask these questions?
Mitochondria: God is in the story, believe me. Very much in
the story.
Mitochondria: Sure I asked. I'm the first to ask.
Mitochondria: God is very much in the story.
Cruel Ruler: Are you kidding me? It's all about software,
without any divine intervention. We are all robots. Programmed.
Mitochondria: First of all: where there is a program there
should be a programmer, right?
Cruel Ruler: Evolution, Darwin, you already know these
answers. So there are several billion commands in the genome, so what?
Mitochondria: You say that because you really don't know the
whole story.
Cruel Ruler: What you have said so far…there isn’t even an
element of choice, of will, in the genes. Everything that is coded there, this
is what happens. We are robots, with simplified software.
Mitochondria: No, no.
Mitochondria: This software is not simplified at all. It’s
so complicated that you have no idea. It's tricky even in my terms.
Mitochondria: The genome is a dynamic software. It changes
while operating. Your genome tomorrow will not resemble your genome today.
Cruel Ruler: ?
Mitochondria: Computer software is something permanent,
understand? What it says – that's how the computer works. The software itself
doesn’t change. But genome varies from day to day. Whole sections of it are
getting away from one place and moving into another. It is also very timely,
like clockwork.
Mitochondria: Like a few million watches, basically.
Cruel Ruler: I lost you again.
Mitochondria: Why does a fly's life lasts for two weeks and
a human's life more than a century?
Cruel Ruler: Because that's how it was determined?
Mitochondria: Because the DNA has a clock mechanism, that
determines what will happen to you at any moment, and when to die.
Cruel Ruler: Well, it just said. All written.
Mitochondria: So how does this relate to God, Lord of the
Universe?
Cruel Ruler: Don't you see my point? I'll explain one more
time.
Mitochondria: Explain.
Cruel Ruler: First of all: do you believe in God?
Cruel Ruler: Please note that I didn’t ask if you are
religious.
Mitochondria: I don’t have to believe in God. To my sorrow,
I know he exists.
Cruel Ruler: Why to your sorrow?
Mitochondria: Because the fact I know he exists frightens
me.
Mitochondria: Very
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