The final determination
In the final determination it was calculated with some
certainty that each time a citizen of earth failed to
masturbate when presented with an opportunity to do so, it was
a crime against the wellbeing of the species as a whole. This
wasn’t the question that the newest and most sophisticated
thinking machine had been tasked with, but it was the answer
it gave. It would be fair to say that the findings were a
surprise to the assemblage of politicians, business leaders,
philosophers and artists gathered to hear the final profound
dictat that had long been expected, though not necessarily an
unwelcome one, since it validated the previous shameful
activity that had hitherto taken up so much of their time. The
rows of polished tables inhabited by scrupulously elegant
bodies twitched like tickled leaves in an urgent breeze as a
wave of comprehension dawned on the room. It was a tense
moment, made more so by the fact that the entire proceeding
had been televised, with every awkward glance and fidget
caught in precisely the kind of vainglorious high definition
close-up that had been insisted upon by the broadcasters and
attendees alike. The objective of the thinking machine had
been to formulate the crucial nudge that humanity needed in
helping it achieve the next stratum of social evolution
necessary to be regarded as a race of notable utility among
the great intergalactic sentient menagerie. It had been
decades since any progress had been made in the matter. It was
one thing to discover that aliens did indeed walk among us,
and had done for some time, but quite another to learn just
how disappointed they were to be here. Their final visitation
and unsolicited evaluation had been fleeting and impolite, and
even through the veil of cross-species miscommunication it was
perfectly obvious that Earth’s ambience could charitably be
described as ‘undesirable’. It was an unpleasant encounter
that excited a significant wrinkle in the collective pride of
the planet. The attention of Earth was focused, and in an
unforgiving mood. And so as the summit delegates were caught
in the fluttering blaze of ten billion eyes and the intense
crossfire of arousal and inadequacy, it was decided that the
best possible course of action could only be arrived at after
a brief but essential adjournment.