foul odors. But the breakfast nook overlooks a pleasant apple orchard and a vast carpet of wildflowers, and I can readily picture myself sitting peacefully at the tableâplanning lessons, grading papers, sipping tea, watching the wind ripple the blossoms. Poor Marcus and his allergy! Even though he is my twinâborn five minutes before meâI have always thought of him as my little brother, ever in need of my protection.
The housekeeper, Vetch, is a rotund Model 905 who insists on being called âMistress,â a title that flies in the face of the immutable sexlessness of Series-600 androids. As I climbed down from the sleeping loft this morning, sheâitânoticed my gift copy of
The Origin of Species
protruding from my coat. âSo nice to be working for good, righteous, Darwin-fearing folk,â sheâitâremarked, making the X-gesture I had seen at the terminal. Whistling like a happy teapot, Mistress Vetch served our breakfast.
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First day of the summer term. Taught Knowledge 101 and Advanced Truth in a cramped lecture room reminiscent of a surgical theater. A particularly svelte and shiny Model 692 sat in the front row, grinning a silver grin. Why do I assume she is female? She is as bereft of gender as our housekeeper.
Her name is Miss Blandina.
We did a bit of Euclid, touched on topology. Everything went swimminglyâlots of six-digit hands shot up, followed by sharp questions, especially from Miss Blandina. These machines are fast learners, Iâll give them that.
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No problems getting them to accept the First or the Second Law of Thermodynamics. On to the Third!
Marcus says this is the cushiest ministry weâve ever had. I agree. Whenever Miss Blandina smiles, a warm shiver travels through my backbone.
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Everybody on the Greenrivet faculty seems to be some sort of selective breeding expert. Weâve got a professor of hybridism, a professor of mutation, an embryology chair . . . weird. God knows what they were teaching around here before Marcus and I arrived.
As the Advanced Truth students filed outâI had just delivered a reasonably cogent account of general relativityâI asked Miss Blandina whether she had any more classes that day.
âComparative religion,â she replied.
âAnd what religions are you comparing?â
âAgassizism and Lamarckism,â came the answer. âEqually heretical,â she added.
âI wouldnât call them religions.â
She laid her plastic palm against my cheek and batted a fiberglass eyelash. âCome to church on Sunday.â
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âHow did you originate?â I asked the Advanced Truth class. You could have heard a rubber pin drop. âIâm serious,â I continued. âWhere do you come from? Who made you?â
âNo one made us,â said Miss Blandina. âWe descended.â
âDescended?â I said.
âDescent with modification!â piped up a Model 106 whose name I havenât learned yet.
âBut from what did you descend?â
âOur ancestors,â replied Mr. Valentinus.
âWhere did you get
that
idea?â
âThe testaments,â said Miss Basilides.
âThe Old Testament? The New Testament?â
âThe First Testament of the prophet Darwin,â said Mr. Heracleon. â
Notes on the Origin of Species by Means of Natural Selection, or The Preservation of Favored Races in the Struggle for Life
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âAnd the Second Testament,â said Miss Basilides.
âThe Descent of Man, and Selection in Relation to Sex.â
ââBut natural selection, we shall see, is a power incessantly ready for action,ââ Miss Blandina quoted animatedly. âThe
Origin:
third chapter, section one, paragraph two, verse nine.â
ââThus we can understand how it has come to pass that man and all other