Youve lost that lovin feelin

Now it's gone, gone, gone. Whoa-o-o-oo... Ok, you've achieved the status as a species to promise you won't go into extinction. And, like most any living creature, certain traits of achievements can be overemphasized. Over-kill or liked, addicting-ly. Feels GOOD! Anyz-weigh. Awe-long the weigh, a millennium here and there. Things change. Then awe, the sudden you're creative redesign in the make up of a few chromosomes has no reproductive catalyst ratio events.

Next thing before you know it, things start popping up from the ground. No, weight, you find yourself having to go back into your lineage to a point where proliferation was not so impossible and track it from there. Maybe, still addicted just a little bit to heretical templates used with reproducible quantitative results from the past. Garbage in, garbage out. If any species was that fucked up to mess with their lineages harmonic design. They have signed their own species death warrant. Get use to it. Now it's gone, gone, gone. Whoa-o-o-oo...