Why don't you live in the future,
little name, little two-dimensional
photograph?
We in the future have perfected
the morality of what you filthy
beasts call man.
We in the future -- swimming in
your prehistoric sea -- do
not get wet.
We know, as clearly you do not,
we are much better than you are
in your place.
Meanwhile we have some chimps to kick in the teeth.
Come at me, Enos.
Come at me, Washoe.
Do you want a piece of me, Nim Chimpsky?
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