Granted. But every night it fills you with dread to see your dog assemble the ladder used to escape the fence. It’s not so much the unaturalness of a dog building a ladder, it’s the look it gives you each night just before it disappears into the darkness to do who knows what.
Granted! It’s day after day of watching those on Earth do what Earthlings do. Yeah you get to see your kids as grandparents, and their grandkids as grandparents … but soon enough, you’re 10 generations deep and getting a bit overwhelmed keeping track of it all. 2000 years later – some 60 generations after you – you’ve got way too mny descendants to track and half the girls are named Edith and Gladys (the names came back around). You get to watch whatever you want – but tired of being a voyeur long ago, plus watching your hot great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-granddaughter do whatever she does is pretty creepy and it’s hard to find someone who most definitely is not your descendant without getting permission from the authorities to dig into someone’s past. So have fun watching a shitty version of Big Brother for all eternity. Well – until the sun does what suns do and earth is no longer a place anything can live. Then you literally have to stare into space.