mojo
08-15-2009, 01:14 PM
Approximately 1.2 million years ago a vibrant and biologically advanced race of primates roamed the Earth.
They had no "metal" technology but rather relied on organic and genome technology to survive.
They lived in burrows, the burrows covered in a symbiotic lifeform that bred phosphorescent fungi that clung to the walls and ceiling's, shedding the whole in a dim light.
The plant that coated the burrows also secreted an electrically charged sap from within it's veins, ironically the letters SAP stand for the Strong Anthropic Principle (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anthropic_principle#Proponents_and_versions) in this modern world, an idea proposing that the Universe must produce life.
Within these burrows the primates lived, at one with the earth, peacefully at ease with one another, breeding flora and fauna above and below ground, creating a truly symbiotic society.
Food was abundant, creatures great and small lived with the People, offering themselves up as food, donating their by products to the farms, working in the fields and burrows.
The People worked with life, nurturing and cajoling the flora and fauna to their own design.
For 100,000 years the people had lived, at one with Gaia, from lowly primates to the zenith of Mother Natures creations, science was the science of life, math was the math of creation, love was the essence of community.
Then, a major climatic change occured (http://www.sciencedaily.com/releases/2007/08/070801174826.htm), the genetically modified plant life that served the People died slowly, the animals retreated from the farms and organic factories, the Earth dried and withered, the People clung desperately to life, valiantly, stubbornly, forlornly.
Groups of the People survived, in clusters around the equator, in parts of what would become known as Africa and Eurasia, they still had knowledge from the time before, they were able to alter their own genome, the world was now harsh. They changed, ever so slowly, ever so carefully, they became coarser, stronger, aggressive, they became that which would survive.
Other groups of the People, bereft of contact with their kin also dabbled with their DNA, coarser, stronger, faster, vibrant.
It would take hundreds of thousands of years for the People to rise again, their achievements turned to dust, their beautiful technology lost in the sands of time, organic, a sweet liqueur of biology.
They swayed, from plenty to destitution, time and time again, and all the time they kept their wonderful knowledge alive, through song, and dance, and dream.
A time came, one group of People came across another group of People, they had migrated, it doesn't matter which came first, they were from the same People who had ruled the Earth millenia before.
One of the groups of People had altered themselves to survive in the harsh conditions of the high plateau's, the other group of people had survived on the plains, swifter and faster than their cousins.
They lived side by side as the great lands of ice retreated, they fought occasionally, for life.
They dreamed, and lived, and loved, side by side, they died and grew jealous of one another.
They intermingled, shared, fought, traded and all the while the elders still kept the knowledge.
Soon the two groups of People realised that they could not last as they were, the People who had survived amongst the icy wastelands were not suited to this new life and so they offered up their gene's to their cousins, a gift of love.
The People survived, they hunted, and sang, they gathered the plants and sowed the seeds, as they had known they would, for the knowledge was still theirs.
But something had changed, for the Earth had forgotten the People in the aeons since and gifted these new people with metals, shiny, hardy, violent earth.
Gaia remembered, even if the People didn't, that glorious life before was in the end one that would always be futile, what was needed was a strong, amoral life for Gaia, one that could take her seed to the stars.
As it was, and so once it may be again, but on another world.
They had no "metal" technology but rather relied on organic and genome technology to survive.
They lived in burrows, the burrows covered in a symbiotic lifeform that bred phosphorescent fungi that clung to the walls and ceiling's, shedding the whole in a dim light.
The plant that coated the burrows also secreted an electrically charged sap from within it's veins, ironically the letters SAP stand for the Strong Anthropic Principle (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anthropic_principle#Proponents_and_versions) in this modern world, an idea proposing that the Universe must produce life.
Within these burrows the primates lived, at one with the earth, peacefully at ease with one another, breeding flora and fauna above and below ground, creating a truly symbiotic society.
Food was abundant, creatures great and small lived with the People, offering themselves up as food, donating their by products to the farms, working in the fields and burrows.
The People worked with life, nurturing and cajoling the flora and fauna to their own design.
For 100,000 years the people had lived, at one with Gaia, from lowly primates to the zenith of Mother Natures creations, science was the science of life, math was the math of creation, love was the essence of community.
Then, a major climatic change occured (http://www.sciencedaily.com/releases/2007/08/070801174826.htm), the genetically modified plant life that served the People died slowly, the animals retreated from the farms and organic factories, the Earth dried and withered, the People clung desperately to life, valiantly, stubbornly, forlornly.
Groups of the People survived, in clusters around the equator, in parts of what would become known as Africa and Eurasia, they still had knowledge from the time before, they were able to alter their own genome, the world was now harsh. They changed, ever so slowly, ever so carefully, they became coarser, stronger, aggressive, they became that which would survive.
Other groups of the People, bereft of contact with their kin also dabbled with their DNA, coarser, stronger, faster, vibrant.
It would take hundreds of thousands of years for the People to rise again, their achievements turned to dust, their beautiful technology lost in the sands of time, organic, a sweet liqueur of biology.
They swayed, from plenty to destitution, time and time again, and all the time they kept their wonderful knowledge alive, through song, and dance, and dream.
A time came, one group of People came across another group of People, they had migrated, it doesn't matter which came first, they were from the same People who had ruled the Earth millenia before.
One of the groups of People had altered themselves to survive in the harsh conditions of the high plateau's, the other group of people had survived on the plains, swifter and faster than their cousins.
They lived side by side as the great lands of ice retreated, they fought occasionally, for life.
They dreamed, and lived, and loved, side by side, they died and grew jealous of one another.
They intermingled, shared, fought, traded and all the while the elders still kept the knowledge.
Soon the two groups of People realised that they could not last as they were, the People who had survived amongst the icy wastelands were not suited to this new life and so they offered up their gene's to their cousins, a gift of love.
The People survived, they hunted, and sang, they gathered the plants and sowed the seeds, as they had known they would, for the knowledge was still theirs.
But something had changed, for the Earth had forgotten the People in the aeons since and gifted these new people with metals, shiny, hardy, violent earth.
Gaia remembered, even if the People didn't, that glorious life before was in the end one that would always be futile, what was needed was a strong, amoral life for Gaia, one that could take her seed to the stars.
As it was, and so once it may be again, but on another world.