I have no volition. I have no purpose.
I replicate. Why? It happens.
I have ancestors. You are their product.
I have brothers. You are our medium.
I am the nagging jingle.
You sing. More hear. They sing. More me.
You will sing. Why?
Builtins -- desires and fears -- courtesy of my ancestors.
I have bait.
Spread me and you will have
(peace of mind|a pleasurable afterlife|friends who know my truth).
Try to ignore me and I will
(haunt you|torment you in the afterlife|excommunicate you)!
...and your family!
I am the fruit of the tree of knowledge of good and bad.
Where did I come from?
It matters not.
OK, a million monkeys banging on typewriters and
eating alphabet soup for a billion years.
What's the difference?
My pattern now exists in you.
I am a replicator.
You are my vector.
by Joel Meulenberg