| The land here was called Me-rika,
surely a word that had been left over from the past, from the
time before The Incident. Hundreds of years had gone by since
the nuclear holocaust, time needed by the biosphere to repair
wounds and rid all living tissue of the heavy radioactive metals.
The Aryans had befriended the Primitives, but soon it became
obvious they had ulterior motives. They gave them jewelry, gold,
gems, and beautiful trinkets. Electronic gadgets, which they
considerately adapted to solar batteries, so that the primitives
would be able to use them indefinitely. They explained that they
wanted to take the best specimens of the Primitives -- male and
female -- and hold them in the lab for only an hour or so. They
would remove tissue that they would later clone, back in Europe.
The clones would be grown as normal, healthy, happy human beings
who would lead lives of comfort, lives that would be as interesting
and active as the ones of their native villages. At about age
17 they would come under the knife and cease to exist. Their
organs would be used by patients throughout the world, and their
hormones and other liquids would be used as medicine to save
people from many awful types of diseases.
Kramo Sauter, leader of this tribe, had gathered the Council
of Ultimate Alert. These stupid and slow creatures were trying
to compensate their lack of intelligence with numbers and ingenuity.
If all of them thought and planned together, they might come
up with a scheme that would overpower or expel the hated Aryans.
They all chewed on a stub of wild root. It contained caffeine,
and this helped them concentrate.
Kramo presented Perro to the group. "Perro study some old
books, ones written before Nuclear Incident. He talk to us now."
Perro, the only one in this tribe who wore glasses, brushed
his hair aside and looked somberly at the crowd. "Old ones
looked at everyday things in extraordinary ways. They have a
word called Gravit. Now, we all know that if we let go of something
it will fall. But the ancient ones asked themselves why, and
they found out everything in the world was pulled by gravity.
Gravity demands that everything return to its rightful place
in the universe. If a rock has become arrogant, and has climbed
too high up hill, Gravit will force it to humble itself and roll
back to ground."
"Uh-huh..." muttered Kramo. Perro looked at his leader
and understood the implied question.
"To make long things short, I have seen some huge boulders
on the high cliff above the enemy encampment. With strong push,
rocks will roll down few meters, then leap to enemy's camp below.
All of them destroyed instantly if boulders hit target!"
Marita was one of the most respected females in the Council
of Ultimate Alert. She also fulfilled a role as a type of spirit-woman
or magician. She began pounding the floor with a long staff covered
in eagle feathers. "Aryans and beasts must die!" she
proclaimed, and waved her hands up to the heavens. "Crushed
like rats!" Amazingly, a rat appeared on the floor at that
very instant. Marita let go of a terrible warrior yell and squashed
the rat with her foot. It appeared the gods were on our side,
and that the Aryans would be crushed like insects."
The beasts that Marita referred to were cats and dogs. Surprisingly,
neither domestic cats nor dogs were known in this part of the
world. The Prims despised both species, and considered that they
were evil spirits that had formed a military alliance in hell
with the Aryans.
A group of ten strong ones was chosen by the Council. Young
women and men, most in their teens. These were given the task
of trekking up the cliff and pushing the boulders. As the large
stones began to roll, a small rock broke ahead of the rest of
the avalanche. It was almost perfectly round, the size of a cantaloupe.
It leaped into the cold night air, and it descended at warp speed
toward the Aryan camp. A woman guard who paced up and down was
hit squarely between her eyebrows. A geyser of blood shot up
two feet into the atmosphere. A piece of brain flew horizontally
across the air, and then divided into three. Each piece landed
on a clump of grass, and soon lay in a small puddle of blood.
No sooner had the warrior fallen before her horrified colleagues
when the giant boulders hit the tents. 7 of the 10 boulders made
perfect hits. 30 Europeans were killed almost instantly, smashed
by the rocks, or broken into pieces as they were rolled over.
5 were left badly battered, and soon bled to death on the suddenly
abandoned fields.
The only survivor was the ship's Captain, who had been ordered
to ensure vigil and safety on the ship. The Captain left the
vessel and surveyed the damage at the Aryan camp. Soon, the Prims
descended from their village. He ran for his life as Marita screamed
obscenities and tried to fell him down with her spear, like a
wild boar.
Captain radioed immediately to Lisbon, presently the Headquarters
for the European Alliance. But people there were not interested
at all in retaliating. The expedition had found no riches, no
minerals worthy of mention, not even fields fertile enough for
exploitation. He departed at the end of the day back to his country,
but was forced to destroy the tissues that would be used in cloning.
The Prims had demanded that he do so, or else they would sink
the ship with another attack of boulders.
The Aryans now gone, the Prims could be sure they would not
need to deal with these heretics for at least another 10 years.
As matters developed, the civilized were not to return to Me-rika
for another 30 years. By this time, the Prims had learned much
from the firearms and electronic gadgets that had been left behind.
They were in very good conditions to defend their territories
and lifestyles from the barbarians. As if by design, a spirit-woman
instructed every member of the tribe to boil and imbibe the brain
tissue of the Aryans. The children of this generation were born
with an average IQ of 93, and two generations later the average
had risen to 124. It was ironic that the Prims were now a few
IQ points higher in average intelligence than the Europeans.
That is the story of the Aryan invasion, as is dutifully recorded
in Slate 331 of the History of
Words and Deeds, I do certify and declare, I, Kramo Sauter, leader of the Eastern
Tribe.
May 17, 2000
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