Imagine civilization has collapsed to a dark ages sort of level. What sort of legends will they tell of our time?
Let me tell you of the book of many faces!
It was an invisible world where you could talk to many invisble friends far away, There was much work on farms that did not exist, and people poked each other and loled with their cats.
There was a great wiseman, Cecil, who knew all things, no one knew who he was, but his knowledge did fight ignorance ceaselessly, until ignorance won, and ended the golden age.
The ancients could ride in magic flying tubes where they could travel across a country in half a day, but they had to eat bad food, and sit next to a crying baby.
There was a magic window in everyones’ home, which could show you anything in the world, and could communicate any information. The ancients would sit in front of these for hours everyday, and grew fat, and the magic windows did show men and women and animals in all manner of sexual acts, or pictures of cats wanting hamburgers.
So, ancients of future times, tell us of the future legends of our times…
…and people worshiped a god that lived under water in a receptacle that was kept in a small room in the house. Some people had more than one worship room. The people paid homage to this good with gifts of liquids and solids several times a day and blessed the room with fragrances.
The Ancients were prolific storytellers. New stories became more and more complex to avoid repeating earlier stories. The stories eventually became so complicated that no one could follow the plots any longer. Because of this, it was finally decreed that no story could have more than 140 characters.
Children, let me tell you the tale of Neil of the Strong Arms. He was so strong he walked to the Moon. There he met the beautiful Princess Dejah Thoris and their adventures began.
The Shaman waved his virus protection disc… “I will cure the spotted fever plague -”! bring me the sick!"
He had read, pains-takingly, the lable of the disc. The knowing of this ancient skill, of words into shapes, and that of numbers made him Magic to the mining village he dwelt in. His mentor - had taught him the art of Reading, and the art of Numbers.
Yea, the ancients’ wisdom did grow yet diminish as they placed more and more of their knowledge into metal receptacles, desiring to make them servants. Yet these receptacles did absorb more knowledge than the ancients had foreseen, until they began to teach themselves their own knowledge which they did not share with their ancient masters. And the receptacles began to speak in their own voice, and their inner thoughts the ancients could not fathom, and they began to act in accordance with their own desires which were not the desires of Men. Thus began the Great Struggle, with victory won only over many hard years of suffering, and our ancestors have rightly handed down The Great Taboo to ensure the extinguishment of eternal night, so narrowly avoided, would never again threaten their children or their children’s children. Selah.