Part 8.
Although I think evolution is a special thing, I myself have not had much to say about reproduction.
Mating dances, the mating itself, were possible at the time of the revolution.
But since I am the last human on earth there has been little evolution in 'humanity'.
Now I don't know exactly what is and isn't in my belly, but I have a strong suspicion that there is no uterus in it.
If it had, I could have searched the labs of abandoned hospitals for frozen sperm cells. And then there's the question of whether that business can still be kept after almost six months. Is it bothering me that I am unlikely to bring offspring on the planet? No, to be honest I don't mind. And humanity itself is not bothered by it either, apart from the question of whether you can still speak of 'humanity' with 1 person on earth.
Years ago I read that it is forbidden by law to produce offspring as homo sapien by mating with a bonobo. The fact that I am now the last person on earth does have the advantage that there is actually no law anymore. Whatever I do in the future, there will never never be a fellow man who will sue me in a court of law. Courts themselves are still there, but no judges, lawyers. So I cannot be judged. Okay I can lock myself in a prison cell with some water and bread. In a way, I've been locked up in some kind of prison cell all my life. The cell is the planet itself, and the cell I can see as that within my skull. I've never cared much for a fair, the playgrounds that are still here and there I can swing, no electricity needed. It's just going to be hard to do that. Now I can stand on a seesaw in the middle
and move my weight from side to side, but then it's actually a swing and not a seesaw. "It takes two to tango" goes the saying. With mirrors I can start living in an illusion that there is another body on the planet besides my own body. Pretty much the same feeling a parakeet has when it sits in its cage looking at another parakeet. Now that I am on my own I actually look more and more in a mirror, not a literal mirror, but a spiritual one. A mirror where different personalities chatter with each other.
So far I'm doing pretty well, no need for S.O.S. send signals through smoke signals to other galaxies.
And the clock says tick, tick, tick.
To be continued.