Hey, can I ask you something? Why do human children dissect us?
Its part of their education. They cut open our bodies in school and write reports about their findings.
Huh. Well, I guess it could be worse, right? I mean, at least were not dying in vain.
How do you figure?
Well, our deaths are furthering the spread of knowledge. Its a huge sacrifice were making, but at least some good comes out of it.
Let me show you something.
Whats this?
Its a frog-dissection report.
Who wrote it?
A fourteen-year-old human from New York City. Some kid named Simon.
(Flipping through it.) This is it? This is the whole thing?
Uh-huh.
Geez. It doesnt look like he put a lot of time into this.
Look at the diagram on the last page.
Oh, my God . . . its so crude. Its almost as if he wasnt even looking down at the paper while he was drawing it. Like he was watching TV or something.
Read the conclusion.
In conclusion, frogs are a scientific wonder of biology. What does that even mean?
It doesnt mean anything.
Why are the margins so big?
He was trying to make it look as if he had written five pages, even though he had only written four.
He couldnt come up with one more page of observations about our dead bodies?
I guess not.
This paragraph looks like it was copied straight out of an encyclopedia. Id be shocked if he retained any of this information.
Did you see that he spelled science wrong in the heading?
Whoa . . . I missed that. Thats incredible.
He didnt even bother to run it through spell-check.
Who did he dissect?
Harold.
Betsys husband? Jesus. So this is why Harold was killed. To produce this . . . report.
(Nods.) This is why his life was taken from him.
(Long pause.)
Well, at least it has a cover sheet.
Yeah. The plastics a nice touch.
From The New Yorker.
Its part of their education. They cut open our bodies in school and write reports about their findings.
Huh. Well, I guess it could be worse, right? I mean, at least were not dying in vain.
How do you figure?
Well, our deaths are furthering the spread of knowledge. Its a huge sacrifice were making, but at least some good comes out of it.
Let me show you something.
Whats this?
Its a frog-dissection report.
Who wrote it?
A fourteen-year-old human from New York City. Some kid named Simon.
(Flipping through it.) This is it? This is the whole thing?
Uh-huh.
Geez. It doesnt look like he put a lot of time into this.
Look at the diagram on the last page.
Oh, my God . . . its so crude. Its almost as if he wasnt even looking down at the paper while he was drawing it. Like he was watching TV or something.
Read the conclusion.
In conclusion, frogs are a scientific wonder of biology. What does that even mean?
It doesnt mean anything.
Why are the margins so big?
He was trying to make it look as if he had written five pages, even though he had only written four.
He couldnt come up with one more page of observations about our dead bodies?
I guess not.
This paragraph looks like it was copied straight out of an encyclopedia. Id be shocked if he retained any of this information.
Did you see that he spelled science wrong in the heading?
Whoa . . . I missed that. Thats incredible.
He didnt even bother to run it through spell-check.
Who did he dissect?
Harold.
Betsys husband? Jesus. So this is why Harold was killed. To produce this . . . report.
(Nods.) This is why his life was taken from him.
(Long pause.)
Well, at least it has a cover sheet.
Yeah. The plastics a nice touch.
From The New Yorker.
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