SEX AND VIOLENCE
                              by Nancy Kress

             Nancy Kress shows us why we can’t live without...

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       “The central problem of evolution is this,” Dr. Shearing said, chalk
poised before the blackboard. Bio 101 slouched, sprawled, and yawned in
its collective seats. “Natural selection works fine once you have organisms
to select from. But how did that first self-replicating organism get itself
assembled? In fifty years of lab experiments—fifty years!—we haven’t
succeeding in infusing life into any ‘primordial-soup’ chemicals. Let alone in
joining the minimum thirty-two amino acids needed for a self-replicating
proto-cell.” He paused dramatically. “So where did that first
natural-selection candidate come from? Where?”

      Ordered on eBay, Jim Dunn text-messaged to Emily McLean across
the aisle. She giggled.

       “Of course,” Dr. Shearing continued, “There’s always the theory that
life on Earth was seeded from the stars, by a cloud of drifting spores called
panspermia—”

      Canned sperm, ya? Emily texted, giggling harder.

     “—and that we descendents of alien spores in fact are, after three
and a half billion years of evolution, aliens to Earth.”

      HE’S pretty alien, Jim texted. Wanna get coffee?

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      “They test how?” [Mghzl] [said] to [his] [lab assistant].

      “Matter-based, which is strange enough, but ... look.” The other
displayed all the relevant data on the [not translatable] of a [also not
translatable].

      “Sugar-phosphate double helix and amino acid pairs? You’re sure?”

      The [lab assistant] [nodded]. The fabric of space-time rippled slightly.
      “When?”

     “Forty point sixteen [time units] ago. It could have been an accidental
escape or...”

     “Or a deliberate release,” [Mghzl] [said] bitterly. “I suspect ... you
know what I suspect. What have they evolved into?”

       The [lab assistant] displayed an image on [his] [not translatable].
[Mghzl] recoiled. The energy of the recoil, traveling in all directions, made a
tiny tear in space-time which immediately underwent a flop transition into a
new orientation within one six-dimensional Calabi-Yau space. “They look
like that?”

      “Yes.”

      “Have they spread beyond the one planet?”

      “Not yet.”

      [Mghzl] [sighed]. “Begin an [official investigation] into the spore
release. And send an [exterminator/cleanser/cover-up team]. We can’t have
uncontrolled [vermin-like beings] infesting that part of the galaxy.”

      The [lab assistant] hesitated. “I would like...”

      “Yes?”

      “I would like to ... to study them.”

      [Mghzl] [blinked]. “Why?”

      “For my [hopelessly untranslatable term]. They ... I know this is
incredible, but currently they’re evolving through mating by direct physical
joining with direct exchange of bodily tissues.”

      [Mghzl] [shuddered]. Space-time warped in several dimensions. “No!”

      “Yes.”

      “How could evolution ... oh, all right. Study them. But only for one [long
unit of time], and only if there’s no spread of the infestation.”

      “Agreed.”
      “After that, the [exterminator/cleanser/cover-up team].”

     “Yes. Thank you, [honorific involving terms not only untranslatable but
capable of undermining human civilization].”

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      “Thirty-two modules to make a proto-cell,” Emily recited, squinting at
her notes.

      “I think it’s ‘molecules,’“ Jim said. God, she had such a body.

      “Do you think it’ll be on the test?”

      “Dunno.”

     “We should study together—your notes are better than mine.” She
smiled at him and tossed her hair. One strand fell into her coffee cup.
Neither of them noticed.

    He said, “Yeah, let’s study together ... you taking Bio 102 next
semester?”

      “No, I’m a business major. But I have to pass this or I’m toast.”

     “I’ll help you pass.” Their eyes locked. Pheromones shot out
energetically. [Notes] were [recorded]. The college cafeteria grew warmer.

      She said huskily, “What’s an amino acid?”

                                      ****

       Jim and Emily lay in bed, smiling at each other. Her long hair spread
in silky tentacles across the pillow. She didn’t yet know it, but one of Jim’s
sperm had just found one of her eggs and was burrowing inward with
ferocious violence.

      “We’ll miss the exam,” she said.

      “Screw the exam.”

      They smiled at each other. This post-coital glow, so strong, must be
love. The attraction between them grew even more intense. [Notes] were
[recorded] at an even more furious pace. Energy from the [recording
process], unprecedented in this star system, reached a critical mass and
flowed outward through all seventeen dimensions of space-time, forward
and backward, at the speed of light. Through space, through time.

      Sol grew .00001 degree hotter (Kelvin). The Van Allen Belt shivered.
Thirteen tiny flop transitions occurred in the blink of an eye.

     And in the early Precambrian, thirty-two molecules jolted and joined.