Cultivation
You sow the seeds,
You till the soil,
You spray germicide,
protect the crop,
You add manure,
tend carefully to the small plants.
But you made one mistake.
The seed had 46 chromosomes, and ALAS, a brain.
You never wanted a brain, but had no choice. That’s the package. Take it or leave it.
You try control,
the brain resists,
You blackmail,
it blackmails back.
The crop refuses to be cut. You remind it of all the tending you did. It’s not impressed.
You curse the crop,
It goes away,
Tries to find why it exists,
There is really no answer.
You wonder what you did wrong.
It wonders what it did wrong,
There's really no answer.
The problem was the brain,
You didn’t need a brain.
Edge cases:
You cut the crop,
the brain dies,
you are happy,
the crop is not capable of being sad.
You try to cut,
the crop hits back,
You die,
The crop is still not happy.
You burn the crop,
anger satisfied,
the crop is dead,
better or worse cannot be said,
the crop fails,
Your honor hails.
Rare case:
You like the crop,
decide not to cut,
The crop likes you back,
gives you the fruit on its own.
What happens next:
Recurse(crop).
I cannot respect you farmer, you cultivated me so you can cut me off.
I cannot forgive you farmer, you uprooted me and threw me out when I refused to bear fruit for you.
I hate you not farmer, it gives me nothing.
I wish to farm,
but not to cut.
I wish to tend,
to see it grow.
The brain will dwell,
I do not mind.
Or so I think,
will know with time.