>>38430000You don't understand.
Since mankind first looked up at the skies, he has dreamed of having sex with them. See: the myth of Tithonus.
We have learned, with great sadness, that we cannot fuck the sky. We will not be the peerless hero who deflowers the virgin sun or the lady of the moon.
We cannot even make love to the stars.
But we hope that there will be living creatures who dwell in the stars. We hope that we can reach them and find friendship,
that our species is not the sole intelligent life, alone in all the heavens,
growing ever more maddened by it's isolation. No, that we cannot accept. There must be others.
And when we find them, we WILL have sex with them. Their blood may be acid and they may breathe poison, but we WILL have sex with them.
They may have clawing razors for genitals and limbs that would crush our human frames as easily as we can crush a baby's skull,
but we WILL have sex with them, and you can count on it.
How, you ask? You are like the early caveman who asked Thog Uklakala HOW when he said he would fight a sabertoothed tiger and win.
You do not understand what it is to be human, to wish to have sex with the sky and cuddle with the stars,
to want to travel to distant worlds and fuck their strange female-analogues, to wish to hunt the giant sabertoothed tiger and walk away,
to wish to be the little girl. These are things that we cannot do with our bodies alone.
If we find pokemon or aliens or whatever, we will have sex with them, just as we soar across the sky, just as we travelled to the moon,
just as Thog hunted the saber-toothed tiger at the dawn of man.
We WILL have sex with them, no matter what difficulties we may face along the way. We WILL have sex with them,
because if it comes down to it WE'LL BUILD A MACHINE TO HAVE SEX WITH THEM.
