Spent yesterday afternoon having a doctor stick his finger up my butt.
It turns out I probably just have an intestinal virus, even though it felt like a bunch of drunken Germans doing the Polka in there.
So Chapter 4 may be a bit weak. It's hard to be brilliant when your guts are being mangled by little bits of RNA in their little space capsules.
Viruses do seem a lot like aliens, with their little protein capsules, their little legs, their little RNA astronauts.
I wonder how Mars feels about our recent "probes".
Remember what I said about it being hard to be brilliant? It shows in this log entry, doesn't it...