From the outside, everything looked thrilling, passionate, and perfectly coordinated. Emily and Jacob had been together for three years, and although their relationship was full of small disagreements about dishes and laundry, one thing they always agreed on was their chemistry. And tonight, that chemistry was burning bright.
“YES, YES, YES!” Emily exclaimed, her voice rising dramatically.
Jacob grinned, proud of himself like a man who had just solved a complex physics problem or assembled IKEA furniture without crying.
But while the outside world was filled with excitement, adrenaline, and romance—what was happening inside was a completely different story.
Inside Emily’s body, millions of microscopic swimmers were suddenly launched into a world none of them were prepared for. To them, this wasn’t a romantic moment. This was a natural disaster, a cosmic event, a stampede. No warning. No briefing. Just chaos.
THE INTERNAL WORLD
The first sperm to realize what was happening was named Dex. Well, technically, none of them had names, but if they did, Dex would be the one who took himself far too seriously.
He spun around in a panic.
“MOVE, MOVE, MOVE! Why are you all swimming in circles?! The egg is THAT way!”
Another sperm bumped into him, gasping, “Bro, she said YES three times—this is DEFINITELY happening!”
But the rest of the microscopic crowd wasn’t listening. It was like being stuck in the world’s tiniest traffic jam.
Some swam quickly and confidently, their tails flicking with determination. Others spun in confused spirals. A few bumped into each other repeatedly, as if trying to ask for directions but unable to form words because, well—they were sperm.
One, who everyone silently agreed was not the brightest, stared at the walls around him.
“Do you think… we’re on another planet?”
The others ignored him.
It was chaos. Absolute chaos.
DEX TRIES TO TAKE CONTROL
Determined to organize the mess, Dex raised his non-existent voice.
“Alright! Everyone calm down! We have one mission—JUST ONE! Find. The. Egg.”
A few cheered. Others swam into each other again. One shouted, “What’s an egg?!”
Dex sighed. “It’s the round thing. Big. Important. We’re literally born for this.”
But even as he tried to rally the troops, a massive current swept through them. The walls around them pulsed like the rhythm of a drum. The air—or fluid, technically—shimmered with warmth and movement.
Dex had read the legends. Older sperm spoke of “The Great Waves.”
Tonight, he understood them for the first time.
“We’ve entered the canal!” he yelled like a dramatic action hero. “STAY FOCUSED!”
BACK EXTERNAL — BLISSFULLY UNAWARE
Meanwhile, on the outside, Emily and Jacob were still lost in their own world.
Her hair was messy, his shoulders flexed proudly, and the room seemed to glow with intimacy and laughter. They were a perfect picture of romance… utterly oblivious to the microscopic mayhem happening beneath them.
Jacob whispered, “That was amazing.”
Emily laughed, breathless. “It was.”
Bliss. Peace. Warmth. Everything looked calm.
If only they knew.
THE GREAT RACE BEGINS
Inside, Dex and the others were suddenly propelled deeper by muscular contractions that none of them understood but all of them felt.
“THIS WAY!” Dex shouted, as if anyone could hear or would listen.
Millions were dwindling quickly—some lost direction, some were swept aside, some simply ran out of energy. Only the strongest continued.
Dex pushed forward, leading a small group of determined swimmers.
“We trained for this!” he said.
They hadn’t. Training was not a thing in their world. But Dex believed it anyway.
Ahead, the environment shifted—narrower passageways, warmer temperatures, thicker fluids.
One sperm gasped dramatically, “We’ve entered the Fallopian Corridor!”
Dex nodded. “We’re close. Stay sharp.”
But then, a new wave of chaos hit—chemical signals. Invisible but powerful. They swirled around the swimmers, nudging them one way, then another. The group twisted and spun like they were in an underwater tornado.
“This is it!” Dex shouted. “This is the guidance system!”
The dumb one replied, “Like Google Maps?”
“…Sure.”
THE EGG APPEARS
When Dex finally saw it, he froze.
A massive sphere. Glowing. Surrounded by a corona of protective cells that waved like soft golden feathers. Compared to their tiny forms, it was a planet—no, a sun.
The egg.
Dex whispered, awestruck, “It’s beautiful…”
Behind him, the remaining few swimmers gawked.
“I… didn’t know we were supposed to find something that big!”
“That thing could eat us!”
Dex rolled his microscopic eyes. “Just keep swimming.”
But as they approached, they felt resistance. The egg wasn’t just waiting—it was choosing. Chemical messages pulsed from its surface, evaluating each swimmer.
Dex pushed harder. Every flick of his tail felt heavier than the last.
“This is it,” he told himself. “Come on… come on…”
But then another sperm—swift, quiet, unnoticed until the last second—shot forward with blinding speed.
“HEY!” Dex yelled. “Where did YOU come from?!”
The newcomer ignored him, laser-focused. He zipped through the protective barrier at the perfect angle, slipping inside the egg like a key clicking into place.
Dex stopped. His tail drooped. “You have GOT to be kidding me…”
Behind him, the dumb sperm patted him on the back. “Hey, man, second place is still really good.”
“It is absolutely not,” Dex muttered.
As the egg closed its gates, sealing itself for the miracle of conception, Dex floated backward in disbelief.
BACK OUTSIDE — PURE SERENITY
Emily lay quietly now, her chest rising and falling in slow rhythm. Jacob cuddled close, kissing her forehead gently.
“Promise me,” he whispered, “we’ll always be this connected.”
She smiled. “Promise.”
Outside: peace, warmth, closeness.
Inside: exhaustion, tiny existential crises, and microscopic disappointment.
THE FINAL CONTRAST
And so the world existed in two layers:
The external layer, where joy, affection, and connection played out in soft whispers and warm embraces.
And the internal layer, where millions of tiny adventurers fought the wildest, most chaotic race of their existence—racing, colliding, dreaming, panicking, and trying desperately to fulfill the one mission they were created for.
External excitement.
Internal chaos.
Two worlds, happening at the exact same moment—one full of passion, the other full of panic—and yet both part of the same beautiful, wild, hilarious miracle of life.
And somewhere deep inside that hidden universe, Dex was still yelling:
“THIS WAS RIGGED!”
