I just ate the deadest orange you can imagine. In fact, you probably can’t imagine, so let me tell you about it. It was not sour, refreshingly; but it was not sweet, disappointingly. One would hardly even knew that they were alive except for all the chewing. It wasn’t even all that juicy. In taste, it was like a slightly citrusy version of a lame cantaloupe. Even the knife was unenthusiastic in cutting this thing open, I had to stab it first. I should have known. I also should have burned those seeds to help bring that lineage to an end. That orange was so lame though, that it hardly even had any seeds…