Later, way later, you you change the tab over to an electronic version of a book that set the whole world on fire a century and a half ago. How could it not have with the very catchy title On the Origin of Species by Means of Natural Selection, or the Preservation of Favoured Races in the Struggle for Life
"How did humans come to be?"
A stygian hellscape, boiling black water below poisoned skies, deeper than deep, in the dance of amino-acids folding and contorting a spark of the divine, probability bent
...On a wave-wreaked coast crumbling to too sharp edges grey green pond scum clings
...Trees taller than redwoods dripping green shadows
...A Creature not quite fish, not yet not-a-fish gasps for breath in the heady air
Faster and faster the images come.
...Something that looks like a sharp-nosed mouse with deep grey fur and a mouth full of small sharp teeth scrambles onto the forest floor
...Things running, things climbing, eyes always the eyes looking out into the world with a growing glimmer of curiosity, faces shifting into compassion, twisting into malice
...The rain beats down on the savanna, trickles like coiling like serpents through the black earth. Miracles in small things, patterns in the chaos, footprints in the dirt
WHAT WAS WILL BE
The proclamation seems to shove your wandering gaze back in on itself, the colors of your room are once more the only things you can see around you. Even though you had never lost sight of your room during the... nature documentary crossed with LSD, you are going to say, it takes you even longer to acclimate to it. Evolution happened, you knew that already unless God was into playing really elaborate pranks with the fossil record, but there was also an ethereal aspect, spiritual to the time and the place when the Fallen Angel met the Rising Ape. But that last bit... patterns, molds.
A memory jars loose Ages of gold, ages of silver, ages of bronze and a rain of jaguars...
You are at least pretty sure that one comes from your 'coronation' back when you'd been more concerned with getting off the torture tree. That is one google search away from the Aztec myth... one that had the world and humanity recreated again and again by a different god.
