On Eyesight, as Related to by Muscle-Powered Flight
"Wordy eh?"
"Yes Iggy," responded Gris, "So what exactly are we doing back on Delta Panzerus?"
"Looking."
"For what?"
"This."
The two figures looked up, to see a group of Volaticytes on a tree, feasting on its roots and leaves.
"Phratrevalion over there." noted Gris.
"Yep. Here it comes."
With a lithe movement, the predator flowed up the tree and leapt towards the flock. One took off in panic, just slipping away from the predator's grasp. One other took notice, and flapped away. The Phratrevalion leapt again, this time catching one particularly slow Volaticyte. The rest of the flock got away, weaving through the trees. One crashed head-on into a Fanel, falling dazed down into the swamp. A nearby Plutonodupler noticed the splash, and its long trunk lazily traced a path to the stunned creature, hoovering it up with little difficulty.
A Fire Raider whizzed down from above, impaled a Volaticyte from behind, and laboriously carried its catch away and beyond the canopy.
The wilds went back to their typical silence as the flying arthropods clumsily settled on a new tree.
"Well," noted Iggy, "That could have gone better."
"Or worse. Only 3 dead from a group of 12."
"Yeah, that was a pretty bad combination of coincidences."
"Well, nothing like seeing critical failures to show us what needs to be done."
"Yeah. Poor communication, which I guess we can fix with a gene or two."
"Like birdcalls?"
"No, bugcalls. Maybe volaticries. Arthropo-"
"Okay, yeah, I get the idea Iggy. Verbal communication goes on the list."
"Also, they're next to blind, and they're flying through crowded forests which generally result in poor light conditions."
"Need... real... eyes." Gris wrote in his notebook.
"Also, Volaticytes are not the most efficient grazers, and they could use a variety of branching specializations. The wings really do need work, I can imagine in the future they could become quite aerodynamic, of course, that would depend on the immediate survival, which would in turn hinge on the choices of genetic alteration which we make now. Resistance to attacks from powerful animals would seriously improve the survival rate, given, of course, that prior survival requirements are met. Perhaps some symbiosis with plants could create a mutually benificial relationship with our macro and microfloral friends, resulting in better nutrition and fertilization efficiency..."
Some time later...
"So do you have that?"
"I wrote 'stuff'."
"Well, good enough."
"Tell me Iggy, does it ever bother you that we arbitrarily determine evolution in an ordered, planned manner like this, as opposed to through random mutation and 'survival of the fittest'?"
"It haunts me day and night. I cannot ever escape the horrible truth. I get no relief, ever. It is the only thing in my mind as I drift off into nightmarish sleep, and the first thing to arise into my consciousness as I awaken into an even more horrific reality."
"Whoah. Really?"
"Nah. Anyway, file those papers with Daft. I'll go grab that Volaticyte that just ran into a tree, I never got to taste one of them last time."
"Yes sir."
"Seeya Gris."
Iggy wandered off, picked up a comatose arthropod, then started back.
"Whoah there, you Plutonodupler! This is my Volaticyte. You just had one of your own! Oh, tough guy are you? Not much on brains though. If you're so tough, why don't you- hey! Leggo! Whoah, I suggest you drop me now... whoah- no! Bad! Bad! BAD! OKAY! TAKE IT! TAKE IT! NO! AGH! NOO!"
*burp*