The Missing Link

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She was a monkey, she used to climb trees and eat bananas. She didn't have a name because monkeys doesn't give names to each other, but for the sake of the story we will call it Eve. 

Eve used to live in the forest with his family of twenty. Their routine was pretty basic: eat, fuck each other and sleep... repeat. In their conscience there didn't exist any doubt about death or god, any complain about life, any other concern that those three things; they were happy. 

It was Friday or Monday (for them it doesn't really matter) when The Big Tree burned up. The Big Tree was Eve's favorite place, so when she saw the flames and heard the screams of their family she immediately started to cry and run away because she was surrounded by fire. She ran a lot, until she couldn't hear the screaming anymore. She was alone, nearby the burned forest. The only place that she ever knew, the place that killed all of her family members. 

After three days the rain putted out the fire. Eve couldn't find food, they were no trees anymore. The only thing that she saw were this little things coming out of the wet ground. Those little things looked horrible but Eve didn't care, she was starving. So she ate one, and another, and another and a couple more. When she felt satisfied she laid down and started to think about what happened. This time Eve didn't cry, her eyes were complete close. But her vision was good, her eyes were close but she could see everything. EVERYTHING. 

She understood why their family was dead, she even understood what family really means. Eve didn't feel pain or sorrow, Eve felt hope because for the first time of her life she was thinking about everything but bananas. She was thinking about love, hate and adoration to a greater being. 

Eve understood that she was unique among monkeys and her mission know was make more unique monkeys. She opened her eyes, grabbed a bunch of the little things and began her trip around the world, spreading her knowledge, her genes, and her magic food. 

28.000 years later, the descendants of Eve sell their food for 20 dollars the ounce.

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  1. Eric Hamilton14 de diciembre de 2018 a las 12:34

    And soon Eve was walking around, using fire, writing, weaving, making clothes, using shampoo and soap, after that driving a car. I think I saw her at Costanera Center last week.

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  2. nacho14 de diciembre de 2018 a las 12:48

    I dreamed with Eve last week. She was ok, but still missing her tree.

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