} The problem is very simple: You are clearly not human. There are only
} three species in the universe which changes sex every three-and-one-half
} minutes: You must one of them.
} 1) The Btsmats-Fud of Cygnus Alpha 3. This race actually has 17 sexes,
} which must pair in all possible combinations in the correct order in
} order to reproduce. Since the Btsmats-Fud are not known for their
} mental acuity, it is generally agreed that the race will be extinct in a
} few generations. You can't be one of them, as they are fatally allergic
} to cheese.
} 2) The Prong Beetles of Arcturus 5. As nasty a race as lives on any
} flea-bitten planet in the universe. The Oracle hopes, for your own
} sake, that you AREN'T a Prong Beetle. Their diet disgusts even them.
} Lucky for you, you probably don't belong to this misbegotten race, since
} they have brains the size of thumbtacks, and are thus unlikely to master
} electronic mail anytime in the foreseeable evolutionary future.
} 3) The Myop. The Myop live on no planet at all. They are vaguely
} spherical, fur-covered, and live their entire lives in orbit around red
} giants, where they feed on long-wavelength spectra. They can freely
} switch sexes, and breed exponentially. Several of the larger red giants
} in the interior part of the galaxy, once major tourist attractions, have
} been abandoned in the past fifty years due to infestations of Myop. The
} Galactic Department of Health has recently declared Myop to be "vermin
} of the lowest order", and is funding a major effort to exterminate the
} little buggers. Myop are known to generate their own supply of natural
} hallucinogens, and to have a freakish affinity for reptilian lifeforms.
} All indications are that you are a Myop, you festering hair-ball.
} You owe the Oracle two large cans of RAID (tm) Roach, ant, and Myop