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They separated, the males and the females. Not just the humans, but males and females of all kinds and species. They looked across the great divide between them, and bristled. The sweet magical urge and pulse of survival had evaporated. The vulnerable, having shared family or infatuation, were most guarded. No one likes to be vulnerable to the enemy. And so it had crystallized, the letting go, the giving up, evolution’s insistent tide reversed in on itself. But the bacteria! The microbes! Sexless, they will endure as the roulette wheel goes round and round again until it stops.