From other_paths:
"I can guess that came from some of Sunnydale's lovely resident jocks, huh?"
"Natch. Who else in this school would be so goddamn immature?" I said, still a little bitter but getting over it. It wasn't like this was some kind of new development or anything. I got this every day of my life. Whatever. Someday soon, all the single-celled organisms would be working for me.
"It amazes me how much those neanderthals feel the need to compensate for their shortcomings. As if it wasn't already painfully obvious to the world at large what a pack of ridiculous idiots they are, you would think being the golden sports boys of the school wasn't enough, they just keep going and going, like some weird, twisted Energizer bunny or something."
I pause, looking over at Amy. I'd never heard anyone else at Sunnydale high talk like that. For the most part, everyone else just went along with whatever the jocks and cheerleaders thought was cool, laughing when they flung pudding into my hair even if they didn't think it was funny. It amazed me that I hadn't spoken to this girl before, as she was obviously cooler than most around here.
"Seriously. You know, I have a theory that they're just getting all their kicks in now, because they all know that in four or five years, they're going to be washing our cars and doing our dry-cleaning. They probably subscribe to the desperate logic that they might as well be big men and women on campus while they can, because as soon as they graduate they'll just be more chlorine in the gene pool."
As I spoke to her, I pulled a copy of Bioengineering Developments in the 20th Century by Dr. Graham Edwards out of my locker. The man was a personal hero of mine.
"Have you read this?" I asked her, holding it up so she could see the cover. "This man is brilliant. He has this evolutionary theory that sort of ties into Darwin's Law, where he believes that with the advent of technology, the new brawn is brains. Physical strength is becoming more and more of a moot point as we design more and more machines to do that work for us, so muscles no longer make you genetically superior."
"Natch. Who else in this school would be so goddamn immature?" I said, still a little bitter but getting over it. It wasn't like this was some kind of new development or anything. I got this every day of my life. Whatever. Someday soon, all the single-celled organisms would be working for me.
"It amazes me how much those neanderthals feel the need to compensate for their shortcomings. As if it wasn't already painfully obvious to the world at large what a pack of ridiculous idiots they are, you would think being the golden sports boys of the school wasn't enough, they just keep going and going, like some weird, twisted Energizer bunny or something."
I pause, looking over at Amy. I'd never heard anyone else at Sunnydale high talk like that. For the most part, everyone else just went along with whatever the jocks and cheerleaders thought was cool, laughing when they flung pudding into my hair even if they didn't think it was funny. It amazed me that I hadn't spoken to this girl before, as she was obviously cooler than most around here.
"Seriously. You know, I have a theory that they're just getting all their kicks in now, because they all know that in four or five years, they're going to be washing our cars and doing our dry-cleaning. They probably subscribe to the desperate logic that they might as well be big men and women on campus while they can, because as soon as they graduate they'll just be more chlorine in the gene pool."
As I spoke to her, I pulled a copy of Bioengineering Developments in the 20th Century by Dr. Graham Edwards out of my locker. The man was a personal hero of mine.
"Have you read this?" I asked her, holding it up so she could see the cover. "This man is brilliant. He has this evolutionary theory that sort of ties into Darwin's Law, where he believes that with the advent of technology, the new brawn is brains. Physical strength is becoming more and more of a moot point as we design more and more machines to do that work for us, so muscles no longer make you genetically superior."