“With a small
handling fee.”
Robin Hood*
#quote
Today CJ may
come over. Or I may learn I am the chosen one and embark on an epic
journey to save all the lands. Or both. Anyway onto the flash
fiction!
Ages Past
A replica of
the Mona Lisa hung on the wall in an art gallery. The original had
worn away millions of years ago. Many creatures surrounded it, all of
the same intelligent species. Their brains were large, their bodies
tall and muscular, they were bipedal and they had five fingers, but
theirs were thinner yet stronger with a better ability to manipulate
things than a humans. Their immune system was strong, and they wore
clothes of many colors to cover their skin. Skin that could come in
many colors and changed through the day for the creatures to give the
best color to shield it from cancer or protect it from other Sun
hazards based on how much light it was getting. Or to get it more
light if it needed the Vitamin D. Their eyes were strong, as well as
their ears, and their hair naturally thick on the head.
One of smaller
creatures said in a strange language to its mother, “Is that really
what we used to look like?” while he pointed at the replicate Mona
Lisa.
“Yes,” his
mother told him. “That's what we evolved from. They could paint.
And this is a repainting of an ancient painting from millions of
years ago.”
“They look
really gross.”
The mother then
replied in a stern voice, “Now that's not very nice. If we had a
time machine would you really go back in time and tell your ancestors
they were gross?”
“No, that'd
be mean.” The shrugged. “But why does it matter what they were
like anyway? Don't they matter as much as dinosaurs?”
The mother then
told him, “You know its more than just our genetics that they gave
us. We took on their technology and their culture and inherited and
evolved that. And some we just kept. You know that song I always
hummed for you when you were really little?”
“I liked that
song it made me go to sleep.”
“It's called
Mary Had A Little Lamb.”
“What's a
'Mary' and what's a 'lamb'? Does the song have words?”
“Mary's one
of their names, and a lamb, well we'll have to go to this museum's
exhibit on their farming for you to learn what that is. Lambs haven't
been around for a very long time, they only have a model but I think
it'll be enough for you to learn what the song's about.”
And that was
the day that led the son into becoming a historian, an archeologist,
and a founder of many lost technologies and historical items from
humanity that befitted the creatures of the future era.
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