Social Conundrums, Part XII
By Renee Ann Hughes G ershom Alone I once again moved towards the tree. The thoughts plaguing me earlier vanishing as an iron will replaced them. Anne was wrong, giving the emerging inhabitants of the planet project any type of social code would destroy them. She had to be stopped. Armed with this new certainty I greeted the others who arrived at the tree shortly after I did. Everyone of them in the form of a snake of some kind. The simple reptilian bodies were a sharp contrast to the human forms we wore when attending the social code committee. In theory being human should allow us to really understand the plight of the planet project's new inhabitants. I originally believed this but no longer. Animals give us a much better prospective. Their survival depends on living in the moment and accepting the circumstances surrounding them. Their biology and experiences shaped their lives not some verbal directive given to them from their creator. The humans, who will be sign