Moly was a bright girl, just graduated from MolyU, due to the forces of plate tectonics and hot springs. She had a problem with Lightning Hair, as all molies, so they could never group up. She could deal with the lessers like Tungsten or Selenium, but never the stuck-up girls like Niobium.
She was floating along with her Chloride clothes, which made her salty but not zappy. She still put out a good attractive electric field, and all the lesser nerds like Carbon and Hydrogen kept sticking to her. Blah!
(Now, here comes the tricky part for evolution). She became hired as the top gun for an enzyme. The most important thing for life and she was The Knife. She was all coddled inside, until they drifted over to a blob that used Tungsten. Battle Stations! Her enzyme, or protein, could attach, and then twist and unfold. There she was, exposed in her full glory. They started to carve up and eat the other protein, and became bigger and better, with a measly Tungsten slave who could wash the dishes.
They thrived and could eat to become the meanest dog in the park. But how to join the Evolution Game, the big banana for Life.
(Here I am stopped for a second. Moly must have children, little identical Molies and take over the whole vent)
--to be continued, if I can figure this out.
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