Until they drown in their own excrement.
We call this wine.
In every bottle a few brighter yeast cells look around…
The result seems clear.
Panicking, they cry:
“Wait! Stop! Can’t you see!
We’re destroying the whole bottle!”
The response is always the same…
“We’re doing fine.”
“It’s just the natural cycle.”
“What of our jobs?”
Billions of bottles, yet none have ever listened.
Take a planet.
Add some humans.
Give them plenty of resources.
They invent medicine, protect themselves.
Oh, how they reproduce.
Have some wine! Life is good…