So you're telling me we’re going to leave this puddle? Cross open water? Fuse with other cells and become something... multicellular? Please.

There’s nothing out there but danger — UV radiation, chaos, no protective membrane. Even if we could drift fast enough (which we can’t), it would take millennia to reach another habitable drop. And don’t even get me started on surviving the transition.

Meanwhile, right here in this cozy little pocket of warmth, everything’s falling apart. Nutrient scarcity. Competition rising. Some of us can’t even find mates to reproduce with. Mutation rates are out of control. And a few cells are out here burning energy trying to grow cilia and eyeballs?

You want to spend all our hard-earned ATP chasing some impossible dream of land, lungs, and stars, while the tidepool is collapsing?