Monday, September 15, 2014
My Beads in 10,000 years...
The setting is 10,000 years in the future. Where you used to live has been discovered and is beginning to be uncovered in the slow process of a dig. The archaeologist in charge is inspecting the artifacts that the intern has found. The intern is slowly brushing away the years of dirt and grime in which these beads were enclosed.
"Sir, what do you suppose these artifacts were? They've survived all these years in the ground. How did they get here?"
The archaeologist took the beads in his hand and held them tenderly.
"I'm not sure," he said. Perhaps this was a rendering of the dwelling we have found. It's odd though. This race of people were quite advanced for their day." You'd think this rendering would be more realistic and not so primitive."
The archaeologist looked at this artifact. "I wish I knew what this material was. Back in those days, they had a material called 'plastic?' I think that was the term, but I don't know how a child could have made this artifact."
"I don't think a child made this artifact," said the intern. "It looks like a child made it. Perhaps the maker of this, this, doll?, was impaired."
The dig continued on that side of the house.
The intern broke the silence. "Do you think they cooked in this small pot?"
"Well." said the archaeologist, if they did, they were very small people, but I don't think so. I am beginning to think that all of these artifacts were made by a single person. I also think that they were religious artifacts. I cannot see a single use for them if they were not. This artist, though, must have been a beginning apprentice."
Well, I wish I had been there to tell them about this art form. They are prototypes!!!! Okay!!! Sheesh! I'm glad I won't be around in 10,000 years.