Let me tell you a story. Once upon a time there lived
a kind of creature. This creature was called hairy
man. Hairy man was a slow, methodical, strange
creature. He lived for nearly a million years in
relative balance with his world. He killed to eat. He
fought, but only for personal reasons and always
singly. Never did he band together to wage war on his
fellow hairy men. If a hairy man had a tasty bone, or
a tasty female, he might well kill him to take the
morsel away. But he never got six of his friends
together to kill the man. He did it alone.
After untold ages a new creature came into the
picture. He was smooth man. He was very different from
hairy man. Smooth man built things. Smooth man wore
clothes. Smooth man killed in groups. Smooth man even
invented war, with the express purpose of killing off
hairy man. Smooth man nearly succeeded too. Within ten
thousand years of his arrival the hairy man was few
and far between. He still existed, and his genes were
mixed with those of the smooth man, but as an
organized race he was gone. Smooth man found this to
be rather dull so smooth man began to wage war on
other smooth men. The reasons were varied. Perhaps one
group of smooth men had lighter skin than another. Or
worshipped a different idol. Or talked differently.
There was always a good reason to band together and
kill off a bunch of other smooth men. Hairy man was
assimilated and simply bided his time. After a while
smooth man tired of expending so much energy in
killing off large groups. But, being smooth, the idea
of simply giving up warfare did not appeal. Instead
they applied their many inventions, which they called
technology, to simplifying the task of killing
large groups. They invented explosives, and machines
of ground and air travel. They invented diseases,
toxins, and as a byproduct, civilization. For this
reason smooth man is often referred to as civilized
man, or less frequently, techno-man. And the hairy man
waited.
By the time one hundred thousand years had gone
by smooth man reigned supreme. He had modified his
environment until no one but smooth man could live.
And the hairy man waited. He had taken war to levels
never before even dreamed of in nightmares. And the
hairy man waited. Out in the smooth population were
still those who carried the hairy man’s genes. Very
similar to the smooth man’s, but with a few subtle
differences. One difference finally became apparent.
In those last days of the smooth man a plague came to
the world. It came slowly at first and was ignored.
Smooth man knew he could conquer anything. Then the
plague became worse. Smooth man called the plague many
things, but the hairy man called it justice. It struck
the smooth men down one by one, then two by two, and
finally million by million. In fact, it seemed it
would kill everyone. Everyone, that is, except those
remnants of hairy man. For some reason, those with the
hairy man’s genes were immune. The hairy man waited,
and laughed. Within a short time the smooth man was
gone. And after centuries, so was all he created. And
once again the hairy man roamed the world. He
continued to do so for hundreds of millions of years,
until the sun was a dying ember, and then he quietly
faded away. And once he was gone, there was no trace
of these two-legged creature, neither hairy nor
smooth, on the face of the world.
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