What follows is the tale of millions of small tadpole-like creatures in a
Desperate and quixotic frenzy... each seeking but one thing in thier short
Lives.
If we remain quiet and listen... perhaps we will hear them singing their
Song of toil together... much like members of a chain gang might sing
Together... 
Let's have a listen, shall we?
Oh... we swim. Oh... we swim. Oh... we swim.
Swim, swim, swim... we swim all day.
Swim, swim, swim... there is no time for play.
Millions of us only one can win... this race began by an act of sin... 
We... 
Swim, swim, swim... we swim with all our might... 
Swim, swim, swim... this is our collective plight... 
An inch for you is a hundred miles for us... some get head starts depending
On the thrust... 
They are released upon... they are released upon... 
I sense that I'm the leader... I sense that I'm out front... 
Though it's like believing you'll win the lottery... I cannot afford to
Punt... 
Belief that I am the one... belief that I am the one... 
I can sense it... out there in front of me... 
It calls to me... it beckons... 
(Closer... closer... closer)
I approach it... I swim toward it... I lunge... 
I win! 
At first there is a spark... a magical and ineffable spark... 
And then it grows... and then it splits... and each of those... grows and
Splits... 
Each cell knows what it's doing... each cell knows where to go... 
The ancient secret map... manages the flow... 
Enacting the code... enacting the code... enacting the code! 
Step by step... instructions are followed... building fingers and a throat
That swallows... 
An anus and a face... to poop out waste... and take more in... take more
In... 
Consciousness sneaks in like a thief in the night... to take part in... 
This humans plight... 
Enacting the code... enacting the code... 
(Baby noises ensue...)