"How did you do it, Charlie?" Dick asked. If he could just figure out how to reproduce the creative spark, he wouldn't need humans at all. Except to eat, of course.
"I don't know," Charlie answered.
Was she being deliberately vague to save herself, or did she truly not know? Dick had no idea. It angered him. Leviathans were older than humans, but they weren't better. Physically superior, yes. Smarter, yes. But humans had something that they didn't. He didn't know what it was, but he wanted it. He wouldn't stop trying until he got it.