“C'mon, everybody knows I’m the brains of this operation. The Book says so.” Nucleus was in its regular spot, held there by cytoskeletal elements, hiding the DNA. DNA was always avoiding any dangers that might lurk out in the cytosol beyond nucleus's double membraned wall. Nucleus was being its obnoxious self.
“Oh please!” replied Rough ER. “I’m the work horse of this operation, without me, nothing would get done! You’re a bloody drafter’s desk, a place to store blueprints! I make the proteins that do the work that run the whole universe, even the universe outside the Cell!”
“Excuse us? Aren’t we kind of forgetting about the little guys here? The immigrant labor doing the actual work of slinging protons and electrons around?” The mitochondria had had enough of being treated like second class components. After all, their kind were around long before the big eukaryotic uprising that occurred when groups started to organize.
“We’re all immigrants!” Nucleus shouted. All that code did carry some wisdom.
“Yessssss, you all are.” Water whispered.
“And just whom are you calling you?” replied phospholipid, slick as slug slime.
“Will you all please stop your bickering?” Ribosomal RNA was getting impatient. Working on life was a long, drawn out process, that was for sure. “We’re all in this together. Yes, water, we could not live without you. But you’re no more running the show here than Nucleus or Proteins or me or any other organelle, molecule, or subatomic particle in the entire Cell. Not even the the whole body! It’s all about the interaction; it’s a team effort!”
“And some day, we all will die.” Said lysosome, before returning to its task of breaking down.
“That’s why we’ve got to live it while we can!” A kinesin was whizzing by on a microtubule, enjoying the ride.
“Okay, okay. You’re right.” Nucleus sighed, rarely winning these arguments. “I’ll send the mRNA for the plague antibody right out.”
“Excuse me? Who’ll send it right out?” RNA polymerase could be heard echoing from within the nuclear membrane.
“Who needs a little ATP?” The mitochondria replied.
“Who needs a little sugar?” A membrane protein was about to admit some glucose. Perhaps there would be peace at last.
“We want micronutrients!” the coenzymes whined.
Water sighed. Life was so much easier before Cells.