< Cassie, get over it. This is the late Cretaceous, according to Bird-boy here, > Marco said coldly. < There are no humans. No human civilization. No human morality or religion or philosophy. This is hardcore nature. We're down to survival, here. Survival. That's all that counts.>
< Surviving and getting home, > Rachel amended.
< There are humans here, > Cassie said. < Us. We are human civilization. We have all that stuff inside us. It doesn't matter what year it is. >
< Okay, you're right, > Marco snapped. < It doesn't matter. If this were 1998 or 2000 or 2121, it would still come down to surviving. And when it's down to kill or be killed, all that morality and guilt and all is crap. >
Cassie stopped morphing. For a while no one said anything. Then, at last, Cassie said, < You know something, Marco? You're my friend. I'd do almost anything for you. But you're wrong. Yeah, we're just animals ourselves. But we're the animals who can think. We're the animals who can imagine something better than kill or be killed. I don't think predators are immoral. I'm not an idiot, whatever you may think. But I'm a human, okay? And I have to think and care, and I have to feel things. Otherwise I might as well be some gang banger, or a Nazi or, or - >
< A Yeerk, > Ax supplied.
I had finished morphing back to Tyranosaurus. I waited for Marco to toss out some clever comeback. It never came. Instead, as we once again headed for the Nesk camp, I heard him whisper so that no one but me could hear:
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Date: 2010-06-03 11:28 pm (UTC)< Cassie, get over it. This is the late Cretaceous, according to Bird-boy
here, > Marco said coldly. < There are no humans. No human civilization.
No human morality or religion or philosophy. This is hardcore nature.
We're down to survival, here. Survival. That's all that counts.>
< Surviving and getting home, > Rachel amended.
< There are humans here, > Cassie said. < Us. We are human civilization. We
have all that stuff inside us. It doesn't matter what year it is. >
< Okay, you're right, > Marco snapped. < It doesn't matter. If this were
1998 or 2000 or 2121, it would still come down to surviving. And when
it's down to kill or be killed, all that morality and guilt and all is
crap. >
Cassie stopped morphing. For a while no one said anything. Then, at
last, Cassie said, < You know something, Marco? You're my friend. I'd do
almost anything for you. But you're wrong. Yeah, we're just animals
ourselves. But we're the animals who can think. We're the animals who
can imagine something better than kill or be killed. I don't think
predators are immoral. I'm not an idiot, whatever you may think. But I'm
a human, okay? And I have to think and care, and I have to feel things.
Otherwise I might as well be some gang banger, or a Nazi or, or - >
< A Yeerk, > Ax supplied.
I had finished morphing back to Tyranosaurus. I waited for Marco to
toss out some clever comeback. It never came. Instead, as we once again
headed for the Nesk camp, I heard him whisper so that no one but me
could hear:
< You know, Jake? I see why you like that girl. >