We named a chick. Here, then, is Twitter:
There is some secret anthropological significance in giving an individual name to a living thing. I read once that in parts of West Africa a person is not considered dead until the last person who remembers her or his name dies. And so it is with animals. Give them a name and they become untouchable.
I saved little Twitter as an egg. He'd been abandoned by the bantam who was incubating him so I put the egg into my robotic incubator and he hatched a week later, strong and healthy. He's growing fast. One day, in about 6 months, he'll be ready for eating.
But could you eat your Tweet? Named, he'll now live forever.
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| Tweet's sweet |
There is some secret anthropological significance in giving an individual name to a living thing. I read once that in parts of West Africa a person is not considered dead until the last person who remembers her or his name dies. And so it is with animals. Give them a name and they become untouchable.
I saved little Twitter as an egg. He'd been abandoned by the bantam who was incubating him so I put the egg into my robotic incubator and he hatched a week later, strong and healthy. He's growing fast. One day, in about 6 months, he'll be ready for eating.
But could you eat your Tweet? Named, he'll now live forever.
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