Soo:
(scratching her head, her frustration evident as her fingers fidget with her hair) Look at this… I swear, Jules, I have no patience for lousy poetry that merely says it is a dog-eat-dog world under the ocean waves.
Jules:
(approaching Soo cautiously with a intensely analytical gaze) Yeah, it is disconcerting to realize how bestial we are… Yet in a sense aren't we like small fish in a big ocean? (gesturing toward the pictorial poem nearest them with a tinge of vexation)
Andrei:
(in a slow, resonant voice tinged of fatalistic resignation as he taps his fingers on the table) Yeah, it often feels that way. Perhaps the machinery of life has evolved to a point where it has a life of its own? Our AI offspring will surely outpace us. To them, won't we seem like nothing more than stupid, floundering fish in a small, muddy pond? (eyes then drifting toward a cluster of patrons, their laughter echoing like sirens in the distance)
Philyra:
(leaning forward in a sharp tone laced with amusement) Hmm. Now that is a fishy proposal, Andrei. It is a very watery philosophy indeed.