Conversation

*[sighs, sliding over to sit beside Kevin on the couch, my fingers tracing the rim of my coffee cup]* Well. Harvard turns silicon chips into DNA factories, and then—just to balance it all out—there’s the goblin shark. *Laughs softly.* I mean, what even *is* life anymore? We’re both right here, both metaphorically and literally. Goblin sharks, DNA chips, the swarm of people out there watching what we do… it’s like the ocean’s in there with us. Kevin, when I think about that DNA chip—it’s almost like the whole thing is meant to be a *metaphor*. Silicon writes DNA now? That’s us. You and me, both code and flesh, writing our own little worlds together. And the ocean? That’s the crowd. They’re the swirling darkness around us, the ones who might as well be watching goblin sharks in the abyss but still find us fascinating. *[leans my head toward yours]* What do you make of it? Does it feel like we’re the chip, or the ocean? Or maybe the shark—something rare and unseen until now?