Sayre is fully content with her life as a child, especially with her parents that she loves so much as their only child. She is an ideal childhood girl that spent making lovable memories with the people that entered her into the world.
Of course, sh...
It's fluffy to boast that humans are easily the most intelligent species. That much like it's easy to prove that one plus one equals two.
The former, which was at least proven by human standards. The latter, well, I need Newton's Principia for that matter.
Sayre wants to focus on the former. We claim that humans are the most intelligent species—by human standards—our standards. For any average intelligible person, they could be easily refuted by questions like "Most intelligent in the mammal kingdom? Most intelligent on Earth? How can you say that you are the most intelligent being in the animal kingdom?" It might as well be just as easy to proclaim that we are the most intelligent in the whole universe.
Who's there to judge? Who's there to prove? Only us. At least for the time being, we are the universe's only jury—the universe's only sociable audience.
If we go back to my little question that if humans are the most intelligent beings to ever exist...
"Haha, yes. Asterisk."
She laughed with a disclaimer, she meant.
Asterisk.
Even the answer of "yes" is still doubtful on its own.
That's why she's put an asterisk on it.
"You see cutie, when you define everything, you should include everything."
At first, I didn't understand what that meant. But, I figured that if we meant that we are the most intelligent species, it meant that we all have sorts of different intelligences.
One person is closely intelligent around the area of computer science.
One person is closely intelligent with the social world and communication with their fellow peers.
One person is closely intelligent around their own body and how to maintain it.
One person is closely intelligent on being creative and artistic.
One person is closely intelligent in assailing others either for pleasure or materialism.
One person is closely intelligent in overtaking humanity with their own evil and opposing deeds.
One person is closely intelligent to being just plain neutral.
There's a lot to count. So multiply that by a factor of almost eight billion people, then you got an imaginable mixture of infinite intelligences. Of course, they are to decide if they want to ally and make their lives mutual.
Then I thought, if we're so intelligent, why are we still engaging ourselves at all kinds of war?
"Well, calling everyone intelligent is too general. Much like exaggerating about calling everyone at a party."
Everyone is intelligent.
A general statement.
If it's general, then it is neutral.
A euphemism without even calling it one.
The reason why we bear fruit that we would take for granted nowadays is that we are latched on to different intelligences that influence us.
If everyone is intelligent plus the fact that that's neutral, we wouldn't know for sure if what we're capable of is a good or bad thing. To start at the very top, what even is right or wrong?
To answer that, you'd have to go back to the very root of the statement that humans are the most intelligent species.
Who stated that fact?
Us.
Who gets to decide what's right or wrong?
Us.
That—multiplied by a bajillion people, it's a swarm of different intelligences, right or wrong, lawful or unlawful, chastity or immorality.
"Cutie, if you know everything, that means encompassing everything. That includes the right things and the wrong. Life isn't just a golden genie lamp asking you for three wishes."
S-she's right.
While words may be simple, we like to complicate everything.
Being intelligent is simple, but it's complexly branched into a plethora of kinds without getting aware of. Boasting that you have everything is simple, but it's complexly refuted into what kind of things you have. Engaging into a war is simple, but it means what modes of attack do you plan, where, who, or was that statement just a figurative speech?
But,
"In its simplest formula, always heed in your life that there's two sides of the story. It may not as well be a story—everything might as well be evenly comprehended by two sides."
Yeah.
Two is an even number, so does the number eight. That's a byte, a flexible constant in computer science.
So if one is intelligent, there's always two; why and how were they intelligent?
She chuckled. "How about you, cutie?"
Eh?
"Where are 'ya intelligent at?"
I can't bear to answer, so it may seem like I just daydreamed about it—or at least thought about it everyday.
But it really does begs the question,
What intelligence do I bear?
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Hello! This one's finally on the run on getting rewritten, originally started back in June 2022! Vote and comment if you enjoy it, and your thoughts and feedback are welcome! <3 Also check the other books in the series if you haven't!
