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<strong>Peter</strong> <strong>Watts</strong> 24 <strong>The</strong> <strong>Island</strong><br />
<strong>The</strong> chimp is not content to kill this creature. <strong>The</strong> chimp has to<br />
spit on it as well.<br />
Under the pretense of assisting in my research it tries to<br />
deconstruct the island, break it apart and force it to conform to<br />
grubby earthbound precedents. It tells me about earthly bacteria<br />
that thrived at 1.5 million rads and laughed at hard vacuum. It<br />
shows me pictures of unkillable little tardigrades that could curl up<br />
and snooze on the edge of absolute zero, felt equally at home in<br />
deep ocean trenches and deeper space. Given time, opportunity, a<br />
boot off the planet, who knows how far those cute little<br />
invertebrates might have gone? Might they have survived the very<br />
death of the homeworld, clung together, grown somehow colonial?<br />
What utter bullshit.<br />
I learn what I can. I study the alchemy by which photosynthesis<br />
transforms light and gas and electrons into living tissue. I learn the<br />
physics of the solar wind that blows the bubble taut, calculate<br />
lower metabolic limits for a life-form that filters organics from the<br />
ether. I marvel at the speed of this creature's thoughts: almost as<br />
fast as Eri flies, orders of mag faster than any mammalian nerve<br />
impulse. Some kind of organic superconductor perhaps, something<br />
that passes chilled electrons almost resistance-free out here in the<br />
freezing void.<br />
I acquaint myself with phenotypic plasticity and sloppy fitness,<br />
that fortuitous evolutionary soft-focus that lets species exist in<br />
alien environments and express novel traits they never needed at<br />
home. Perhaps this is how a lifeform with no natural enemies<br />
could acquire teeth and claws and the willingness to use them. <strong>The</strong><br />
<strong>Island</strong>'s life hinges on its ability to kill us; I have to find<br />
something that makes it a threat.<br />
But all I uncover is a growing suspicion that I am doomed to fail<br />
— for violence, I begin to see, is a planetary phenomenon.<br />
Planets are the abusive parents of evolution. <strong>The</strong>ir very surfaces<br />
promote warfare, concentrate resources into dense defensible<br />
patches that can be fought over. Gravity forces you to squander<br />
energy on vascular systems and skeletal support, stand endless<br />
watch against an endless sadistic campaign to squash you flat.