The time for caring had passed, and homo sapiens something (aka man) culled her children on the basis of wealth and merit and other invented demographics.

At the head of a table, in a new democracy, a hero of the people raised his glass to "that glorious son-of-a-bitch" Charles Darwin and the survival of the fittest, but had to sit down suddenly because the unaccustomed taste of wine was making him dizzy.

At the same table half a day later, on the other side of the world, he selected his cabinet and was heard to remark at how quickly things had turned.