|I have an eye and a pair of flexible hairs. I can move by stiring my hairs. I can move... Just wherever I want!
I move where the sun shines - and there I relax photosyntesising. I am synthesising my food from neorganic elements inside myself. I am like a real animal, because I can move.
Also I can make love - the aim of the process is to modify gene pool - you know, like other species do. Surely I can either reproduce without love - just by division.
My fate is to be born, to feed myself, to make children and to die - and this makes me to resemble the majority of humans. And even like majority of humans I am missing any brain.
Surely people do have delicate hands and powerful legs - and complicated vision, which allows discerning of forms and colours. My eye only can feel the presence of light, and my hairs only allow to swim at some particular direction. I am far simplier, of course.
But I see the light! And I am moving to reach it!
And by the way I am creating oxygen. Not what many others produce!
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