There is a mold growing on a piece of cheese hidden in the recesses of a college frat boy’s refrigerator: it is the most intelligent organism on the planet. If it had any means of communication other than the ignored pheremonal wafts it exudes to the frat boy every time he opens the door, or a means of locomotion beyond spreading across the fridge, which it doesn’t, for fear of being eradicated if it becomes too much of a nuisance, it could save the world and usher in a new age of communication and space travel. But it sits content and contemplative in the rear of the cheese drawer, forgotten and calm instead.

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