Dialogues, Infants.

"What have you done?"

"I would have thought the answer to that question were fairly obvious. I've turned everyone into four year olds."

"Apparently you have, how jolly. Perhaps I should just ask . . . why?"

"Well, it seemed to me that everyone went around bemoaning their loss of innocence, searching for their inner child, complaining about the responsibilities of being an adult, I thought they may be happier this way."

"And?"

"I regret to report a complete failure, but I must. This apparently radical change has made very little appreciable difference to the workings of the world, selfish, ignorant, incompetent children are not so different to the average adult."

"They do seem to be enjoying themselves, don't be so hard on yourself."

"Yes, it is fun for a while, but with no one to kiss scraped knees better, no one to separate fights and teach discipline it is all getting out of hand. It appears that amongst all the adults there were always a handful of genuine adults who took care of these details for the rest. I hadn't counted on that."

"So, changing them all back?"

"Not until they are all soiled, hungry and crying. I'm hoping, despite my better judgement, they might learn something, at least appreciate the genuine adults after I change them back."

"Of course the other option is to be patient, to wait a few more thousand years. They will find ways to be soiled, hungry and miserable for a while yet my young friend, as infants or adults."

"I know you are right, but I will continue my experiments just the same."

"Very good, carry on."

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