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Global Worming


          In a hollow beneath a living tree root the worm king addressed his
        subjects.
          “Stop  squirming!  The  royal  seismologist  and  the  royal
        dermatologist  have  delivered  their  learned  opinions  to  me  in
        chambers.  One conclusion alone is inferable from the physical data:
        the  Crushers  are  rapidly  attaining  a  rate  of  topsoil  destruction  we
        cannot overcome. Further, they have found a way to crush the sky as
        well  as  the  ground.  As  thin  and  frail  as  is  our  crustal  zone  of
        habitation, so too is the atmospheric shell moderating the sun’s rays.
        To the crushing and erosion and poisoning of our medium they have
        added  tearing  the  veil  protecting  us  from  the  harshest  solar
        emanations. Topside organisms already are dying in large numbers.”
          The king sensed continued writhing among his listeners.
          “Wait!  I  command  you  to  listen!  This  may  indeed  appear  to
        presage a bleak and black prognosis. We live too close to the surface
        to escape the doom awaiting all terrestrial beings. None of us can dig
        deep enough to escape the fate the Crushers have brought upon the
        world: that is inescapable. Nor is nourishment available to us beyond
        the depth of our inherent ability to excavate; we have arrived at an
        equilibrium  after  eons  of  evolution.  But  that  same  process  of
        adaptation  via  mutation  and  selection  does  not  have  to  be  our
        undoing.”
          Again disquiet, dangerously close to panic, gripped the crowd.
          “I,  your  king,  will  save  the  worms  from  extinction!  The  royal
        geneticist has reviewed his findings with my scientific council. I called
        this extraordinary audience in order to bring you good news as well
        as bad. The Crushers themselves have pointed the way, although they
        will not be able to follow it for their own salvation; that is an irony of
        history, poetic justice impartially administered by nature. Since their
        earliest  days—when  we,  the  worms,  were  already  ancient  in  our
        wisdom—they have  been meddling  with the reproduction  of many
        species, both flora and fauna, to produce a plant or animal serving
        their  own  ends.  They  call  it  ‘domestication’  or  ‘breeding’—
        intervention  in  the  choice  of  mates  to  force  evolution  of  traits

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