The Fittest Survive To The End!
By Roald Michel
There was this tiny, beautiful, and lovely cancer cell. Having passed the early stages of childhood, its cancerous parents sent the little one to cancer school to be taught the facts of cancer life. It read Darwin’s “On the Origin of Species” from A to Z and back. After graduation it passionately went out into the world, joyfully participating in the survival of the fittest contest.
One day it found an extremely healthy human, full of life and on the road to complete happiness. Cancer cell thought: “Hey, what a nice body to do some wrestling with”. And so it nestled itself comfortably in the human’s liver. And it grew, and grew, and grew some more, battling its competitors, taking over their businesses, and establishing a cancer holding. The day came that cancer cell needed to expand its routine beyond the liver world, and so it went out into the body of the human and invaded the left lung of it, ruthlessly competing with the other cells over there. Having sublime strategic management skills it prospered, and prospered, and prospered some more. It must be admitted, by this time, the revenues and profits were immense. The liver-lung merger paid off beyond the wildest expectations of the cancer board.
Addicted to success, awards, greed, and never ending exploitation of other cells though, it had, in the spirit of its master, to compete some more, and more, and after that, even more. And so a cancer empire became a reality, reigning supreme over the (not so healthy anymore) human body. The struggle was over. The fittest survived. Then the body died. And so did the cancer cell and its empire.