In the beginning there was only a robot that liked to tell dirty jokes. The problem was that it would laugh so hard at it own jokes it would jangle and jingle until it was nothing but a pile of black iron scrap surrounding a blood red heart. As the pieces and parts seemed to twitter and sing and tear and feed upon the heart they became like a flock of little birds that flew in a million directions away.
The scientists call this the big bang gang bang.
Of course the birds were in turn devoured by this wild crazy infinite bitch that is reality its very self and what grew out of this communion was humanity, the tree of life. The scientists go on to say that this magnificent tree grows and flows all about, bearing much fruit. Fruit for dirty jokes telling robots, no doubt.
