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Mammoth
Earth
Fifty-thousand years ago
The hunt was on, in more ways than one. A large mammoth lumbered towards the stream, in need of water. It’s massive body, and long tusks, a testimony to the beauty of such a beast. And as it used the snout that hung down from its head to grab the foliage near the stream, it was seemingly unaware that it was being watched. But unknown to the primitive human hunting party, the animal was well aware that it was being stalked.
Yet, that was the strange thing about life. The mammoth lived by instinct, totally oblivious to anything but what it needed at that moment, which was, in this case, foliage. It didn’t worry about the humans because the mammoth also smelt the scent of a Saber- tooth Tiger as well as the scent of the humans. The mammoth’s instinctive mind may not have been able to do complicated math, or build stone weapons, but it did know that the Tiger would attack the humans first because, well, there was no because. That’s just the way things were.
The foliage was plentiful, and that was all that mattered to the mammoth.
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The six primitive humans that hid behind the large trunk of a dead tree kept their eyes on the mammoth. They were all males, and one of them, the biggest of the six, was the leader of the hunting party. At this point of human evolution, the use of language was in its infancy. Most hunts, like this one, were carried out with grunts, and or even hand signals. They weapons they had with them were, at this point of time, quite advanced for the time. But it would all come down the most simplest of weapons when it came time to strike the deathblow to the animal; a good sized rock. It would be used, but the leader of the hunting party, to smash the head of mammoth, several times, until the rock crushed the skull of the animal.
Their tribe wasn’t starving, to be sure. But the life of a nomadic tribe could not rely on a steady stream of food to eat. So, when the opportunity came to kill, and eat, the opportunity was taken.
Unknown to the six primitive humans, they were about to witness a most stunning sight. For at that moment, streaked towards the moon, was a streak of energy. It had been traveling for no more than an hour, and had originated from the planet Neptune. But it was more than just a streak of energy, it was alive. It was alive in the sense that it existed, but as to what it was, that would come later. First, it had to have a new purpose. Its current purpose, or existence, which was nothing less than holding reality together, was not sufficient; the others, like it, would remained interlocked, and keep reality safe from unraveling. What would a new purpose be? If it was no longer to hold reality together, then what other purpose could there be?
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The mammoth had finished its watering, and came back out of the stream and made its way back towards the safety of the tundra. As it lumbered forth, it came across the bodies of five humans. Their bodies had been ripped apart savagely. Limbs were ripped from the torsos, heads were too. The large animal lumbered past the six dead humans. The mammoth did indeed live on instinct, and its instincts told it that the Saber-Tooth was content, its hunger was tamed for now, which meant life would go on.
One of the humans, however, was still alive. While his tribe mates had tried to attack the mammoth, and were intercepted, and killed, by the tiger, the sixth human stayed behind, hidden by the trunk of the dead try. He watched as the others, including his father, were shredded to pieces by the tiger. Fear had forced him to stay behind, and it was fear that had saved his life. The cowardly primitive man watched as the mammoth lumbered away.
Content that the mammoth, or even the Tiger, would not return, the small, five-foot primitive man, wearing animal skins, walked over to the dead bodies left behind by the Saber-tooth. He knelt down above his father’s dead body, which had been ripped in half by the Tiger. The stench of bile, and ...
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Mammoth
Earth
Fifty-thousand years ago
The hunt was on, in more ways than one. A large mammoth lumbered towards the stream, in need of water. It’s massive body, and long tusks, a testimony to the beauty of such a beast. And as it used the snout that hung down from its head to grab the foliage near the stream, it was seemingly unaware that it was being watched. But unknown to the primitive human hunting party, the animal was well aware that it was being stalked.
Yet, that was the strange thing about life. The mammoth lived by instinct, totally oblivious to anything but what it needed at that moment, which was, in this case, foliage. It didn’t worry about the humans because the mammoth also smelt the scent of a Saber- tooth Tiger as well as the scent of the humans. The mammoth’s instinctive mind may not have been able to do complicated math, or build stone weapons, but it did know that the Tiger would attack the humans first because, well, there was no because. That’s just the way things were.
The foliage was plentiful, and that was all that mattered to the mammoth.
--
The six primitive humans that hid behind the large trunk of a dead tree kept their eyes on the mammoth. They were all males, and one of them, the biggest of the six, was the leader of the hunting party. At this point of human evolution, the use of language was in its infancy. Most hunts, like this one, were carried out with grunts, and or even hand signals. They weapons they had with them were, at this point of time, quite advanced for the time. But it would all come down the most simplest of weapons when it came time to strike the deathblow to the animal; a good sized rock. It would be used, but the leader of the hunting party, to smash the head of mammoth, several times, until the rock crushed the skull of the animal.
Their tribe wasn’t starving, to be sure. But the life of a nomadic tribe could not rely on a steady stream of food to eat. So, when the opportunity came to kill, and eat, the opportunity was taken.
Unknown to the six primitive humans, they were about to witness a most stunning sight. For at that moment, streaked towards the moon, was a streak of energy. It had been traveling for no more than an hour, and had originated from the planet Neptune. But it was more than just a streak of energy, it was alive. It was alive in the sense that it existed, but as to what it was, that would come later. First, it had to have a new purpose. Its current purpose, or existence, which was nothing less than holding reality together, was not sufficient; the others, like it, would remained interlocked, and keep reality safe from unraveling. What would a new purpose be? If it was no longer to hold reality together, then what other purpose could there be?
--
The mammoth had finished its watering, and came back out of the stream and made its way back towards the safety of the tundra. As it lumbered forth, it came across the bodies of five humans. Their bodies had been ripped apart savagely. Limbs were ripped from the torsos, heads were too. The large animal lumbered past the six dead humans. The mammoth did indeed live on instinct, and its instincts told it that the Saber-Tooth was content, its hunger was tamed for now, which meant life would go on.
One of the humans, however, was still alive. While his tribe mates had tried to attack the mammoth, and were intercepted, and killed, by the tiger, the sixth human stayed behind, hidden by the trunk of the dead try. He watched as the others, including his father, were shredded to pieces by the tiger. Fear had forced him to stay behind, and it was fear that had saved his life. The cowardly primitive man watched as the mammoth lumbered away.
Content that the mammoth, or even the Tiger, would not return, the small, five-foot primitive man, wearing animal skins, walked over to the dead bodies left behind by the Saber-tooth. He knelt down above his father’s dead body, which had been ripped in half by the Tiger. The stench of bile, and ...
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