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How his Son-in-Law Earned the Great Lizard’s Displeasure


         “Of  course  not.  You  were  but  a  hatchling  when  Younger  Sister
       came  up  with  the  mosquito  design:  quick-breeding,  bite-size  and
       equipped  with  a  pleasing  hum  to  announce  its  presence.  Not  to
       mention an advanced hydraulic system for filling up fast with nutrient
       solutions. Wonderful. We were all licking our chops in anticipation.
       Then Second Cousin raised an important point—didn’t you?”
         The reptile thus referenced squirmed in place and said defensively,
       “All I said was that we had to set up a domesticated species for the
       mosquitos to feed upon.”
         “And you proposed the specifications.”
         “Well, they made sense, given the mosquitos’ requirements: warm-
       blooded and slow-moving,  with a thin hairless  skin  in  high ratio  to
       body volume.”
         “And  how  was  such  a  defenseless  creature  supposed  to  survive
       among the better-protected, faster, tougher predators we had already
       created  for  our  amusement?  I  believe  it  was  my  dear  Brother  who
       supplied the answer to that question.”
         A large lizard squatting near the Chief stirred and croaked, “But it’s
       obvious, Omnificence, that weapon-making requires intelligence.”
         “And weapon-breaking?”
         Another  uncomfortable  silence  enveloped  the  group.  Son-in-law’s
       stomach  growled  loudly;  a  brief  titter  broke  out  among  a  clump  of
       hatchlings.
         “Come,  come,”  barked  the  Great  Lizard.  “I’m  not  going  to
       reinitialize  the  world  until  I’ve  heard  a  healthy  amount  of  self-
       criticism. It should be clear by now how the situation started. Do you
       see how it was compounded?”
         The heads of those in the know swiveled toward Son-in-law. “I was
       just  following  the  homeopathic  principle  you  taught  us,
       Grandiloquence,” he said, a bit shrilly. “If intelligence could lead them
       into building doomsday armaments, then surely it could lead them out.
       I  tried  everything:  mass  publicity,  international  organizations  and
       conferences,  distribution  of  material  aid  to  disadvantaged  sectors—
       even thinking machines whose conclusions were beyond reproach.”
         “And what was their response?”
         “Well, they did start reproducing at a rapid rate; that was good for
       the  mosquitos.”  The  Great  Lizard  glowered  at  him.  He  hastily

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