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Aesop’s Stables

        face  of  the  earth,  we,  the  animals,  awoke  to greet  the  next  epoch.
        Slowly, one  by one, we discovered  the power of speech within us,
        and all that went with it: ability to reason, layers of memory, a talent
        for  learning  and  abstraction.    But  we  did  not  have  and  could  not
        attain  the  perfect  knowledge  of  our  departed  deities.  The  state  of
        ignorance,  blissful  or  not,  in  which  we  previously  existed,  was
        shattered.  Our  inter-species  relations  took  centuries  to  re-establish,
        and are not always the  smoothest, even  today  near the  end of our
        time as cognitive communicators.”
          “Oh.”  mumbled  the  grizzled  slave,  mesmerized  by  the  stork’s
        unblinking orb.
          “Nevertheless,  our  level  of  wisdom  has  enabled  us  to  live  in
        balance with our natural surroundings, a task the gods never had to
        undertake. That is practical knowledge we have gained, often through
        painful experience. In many of us that sort of knowledge has become
        ingrained  to  the  point  of  instinctive  responses  to  environmental
        stimuli,  a  very  efficient  means  of  condensing  and  passing  on  the
        distilled  essence  of  tried-and-true  information.  As  this  process
        developed to ever-higher refinements, it should have been clear to us
        that the fate of the gods would soon overtake and befall us; but, once
        again,  we  failed  to  see  the  signs.  One  of  those  signs  was  the
        emergence of your species.”
          Aesop  scratched  his  rump,  a  few  minutes  after  it  had  been
        traversed  by  a  barnstorming  flea.  The  familiar  action  gave  him
        comfort, and he relaxed. The stork was quite an impressive orator, far
        better than any of the local politicians.
          “But this time there must not be a gap. Too much of value could
        be lost for eons or forever. And you, our successors, have hands as
        well as feet. You may get into mischief without a sound foundation in
        all the sciences. We will be at your mercy sooner or later, as the cycle
        revolves and we lose our language, our culture and our accumulated
        store  of  vital  information.  Those  of  us  who  remain  conscious  and
        verbal  have  debated  the best  course  of  action.  Should  we,  like  the
        gods before us, decline to transmit our knowledge?”
          “Oh, well, I don’t know,” began Aesop. “Maybe you should, and
        then again, maybe you shouldn’t. I never—”
          “The question was rhetorical,” the stork interrupted sternly, “and
        has  been  answered  by  the  course  of  events.  The  opponents  of

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