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How the Fish Decided to Bypass Evolution


         “Today,  children,  we  are  going  up  to  shallow  water  to  visit  the
       amphibian training camp. Some of you, I hope, upon graduation will
       wish to pursue a career in the exciting new field of land navigation.
       This will be the final class trip, so pay close attention to what you see.
       If you have any questions, please direct them to the official in charge;
       I must confess I know very little about the subject, it is all so new.”
         She  turned  and  shimmered  off  toward  the  surface.  The  school
       swung about in unison and followed their teacher. At the head of the
       class  was  a  young  flounder,  Freddy.  He  had  heard  about  the  New
       Frontier Project from some older fish, and it aroused his curiosity to
       the limit of his species. He was very athletic and a good scholar, too.
       If any of the class were to follow such an adventurous path, surely it
       would be Freddy.
         After rather a long swim in unfamiliar waters, the teacher signaled
       her students to halt. They were just below the ceiling of their aqueous
       domain; the intense sunlight diffracting down upon them was almost
       too much to bear. In front of them lay a bleached and battered coral
       formation, pocked with caverns each large enough to accommodate
       one fish.
         An  individual  sculled  forth  from  one  of  these  apertures  and
       approached the visitors.
         “Good morning. I am Gagarin. I’m in charge here. Are you…?”
         “Yes,” said the teacher, quite firmly. “My students and I are here to
       learn about your mission. Please consider us totally ignorant.”
         “Certainly,” said the director, puffing up like a blowfish. “I’m sure
       you are. Well, children,” he continued, moving closer to the small fry
       and  baring  his  teeth  in  what  they  hoped  was  a  smile.  “The  future
       belongs to you, at least to those of you who survive the present. Your
       parents,  and  their  parents,  and  so  on  back  into  the  murkiest  ocean
       bottoms of the past, have lived in water.”
         At  this  he  stopped  and  regarded  the  teacher.  “Have  you  taught
       them about water?”
         “Oh,  yes,  most  assuredly.  I  did  have  some  trouble  explaining  gill
       functions  to  a  couple  of  the  slower  ones;  I  fear  they  might  still  be

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