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- Jan 26, 2009
Nature abhors a vacuum. And when the ruinous practices of human civilization finally reaped what they had sown, nature worked to fill the void left behind. The final "civilized" war released biological toxins and mutagens that obliterated most of what was once known, wiped the slate clean almost as completely as any giant asteroid. But nature is resourceful, and used the very seeds of destruction to spark new life, new creation. Without the recombinant powers of the destroyer of humanity, nature would have taken millions of years to reach the point of proliferation, instead of just a few centuries.
But nature finds a way. Though the landscape has changed, with gullies and mountains where seas once raged, nature blossomed, and primeval forests and savanna were resurgent, filled with life of all kinds. Strange life, recombinant life, spread across the transformed planet. And yes, because nothing is ever truly destroyed, this included the sad remnants of humanity, brought low and sparse by their own weaponry. Recombinant effects worked their magic there, too, but as always, humanity found a way to survive.
One way was by returning to the roots of humanity. Even as the population of the species dropped to levels resembling its origin, so did the complexity of the civilization. Not all knowledge was lost, but much was no longer applicable. Still, people found what they needed to survive and thrive. And that included the particular adaptations that their new world encouraged, adaptations that helped them survive as a people, even if they were no longer strictly "pure" as humans. But purity had always been a tricky concept, and most tribes found it easier to dispense with the worry of it altogether. Many, even most, therefore found a way to live in peace, which seemed best: the recombinant world itself was dangerous enough without causing conflict between humans, whether pureline or variant.
Thus it was that little villages, hamlets, even towns gradually became possible, reasonably safe and peaceful oases of humanity, spread wide across the altered face of the recombinant planet. An example would be one sleepy little village, nestled in a protected canyon in the midst of a spreading primeval forest that coated the rolling hills of what once had been an ancient city. A small village with no enemies but nature, where every resident knew how to use a spear, but none considered themselves professional in its use. Living huts of grass and reed, wood and leaf. Storage huts of some stone and timber. Children playing among the rocks and ancient girders of the canyons, perhaps chasing the dogs and the cluckers. Adults going about their daily chores, some short and some tall, some oddly shaped and some just about pureline, to all appearances. Nothing unusual about this sleepy village at all.
And then the zombies came.
But nature finds a way. Though the landscape has changed, with gullies and mountains where seas once raged, nature blossomed, and primeval forests and savanna were resurgent, filled with life of all kinds. Strange life, recombinant life, spread across the transformed planet. And yes, because nothing is ever truly destroyed, this included the sad remnants of humanity, brought low and sparse by their own weaponry. Recombinant effects worked their magic there, too, but as always, humanity found a way to survive.
One way was by returning to the roots of humanity. Even as the population of the species dropped to levels resembling its origin, so did the complexity of the civilization. Not all knowledge was lost, but much was no longer applicable. Still, people found what they needed to survive and thrive. And that included the particular adaptations that their new world encouraged, adaptations that helped them survive as a people, even if they were no longer strictly "pure" as humans. But purity had always been a tricky concept, and most tribes found it easier to dispense with the worry of it altogether. Many, even most, therefore found a way to live in peace, which seemed best: the recombinant world itself was dangerous enough without causing conflict between humans, whether pureline or variant.
Thus it was that little villages, hamlets, even towns gradually became possible, reasonably safe and peaceful oases of humanity, spread wide across the altered face of the recombinant planet. An example would be one sleepy little village, nestled in a protected canyon in the midst of a spreading primeval forest that coated the rolling hills of what once had been an ancient city. A small village with no enemies but nature, where every resident knew how to use a spear, but none considered themselves professional in its use. Living huts of grass and reed, wood and leaf. Storage huts of some stone and timber. Children playing among the rocks and ancient girders of the canyons, perhaps chasing the dogs and the cluckers. Adults going about their daily chores, some short and some tall, some oddly shaped and some just about pureline, to all appearances. Nothing unusual about this sleepy village at all.
And then the zombies came.