A rough utline of a story, of two escaped and lost orphans, surviving in the wild, who eventually realize, that they are probably not the only two humans with the accidental genetic mutations, of a good old original and overall healthy human body.
They travel through the true history of plane earth, via the psychadelic plants, that they find, in their search for food in a ruined nature, all which leads them to setting out on a dangerous journey, of breaking back into the controlled worlds, to find more accidentally healthy humans. All for the idea of breeding back a healthy strong species, to grow and increase a healthy community, to teach and train them, for overthrowing the rulers of the weak and suffering species, that the rest of the humams have become, through the modified unnatural and all fake foods, incl. that of other poisons, that systematically destroyed the genes of the now all mixed races of humans, to regenerate and restore the health of the entire planet.
Angelo and I, were the only two humans in the northern part of our country, who happened to somehow coincidentally, be born with the very old type of the old original human genetics, who´s bodies were not disintegrating faster than that of aging.
My mother died at 25, extremely sick and suffering with brittle organs and bones, just like everyone else in the world I knew. My father didn’t even last that long, and Angelo’s story turned out to be, of course, at least somewhat similar to mine, but his memory was impaired.
I grew up hiding from the authorities, like non-existent to the world I was living in, and eventually escaped from the controlled zones, on a military truck one night.
Angelo had no memory of how he grew up, nor of how he had gotten out into the open lands, but after some months of living off wild plants and tree-water, his memory started to return in bits and pieces.
I had found him sleeping, or passed out, in the bushes of one of the many small forrests places, which were my shelters.
I was the first blue eyed, lighthaired person he ever saw, (so some memory was obviously residing within him). He was scared of me at first, but he couldn’t run, as his legs were ingured, and I was wrapping them in leaves, as he awoke.
I was happy that he couldn’t run, because more than anything I was constantly wishing to not be alone, but to be with someone more like myself, out here in the open obandonned parts of the world.
In one of the basements I had been living while growing up, there was a dying man, hiding from the medival treatments of authority, and he had many books. Some printed, some handwritten. He taught me many things, including to read them, and I discovered the most recent 200 years story of my species. I learned that they were degrated in all ways possible, enslaved and zombiefied, and that they had once been strong as I. They had been all healthy, and somewhat very free, compared to the times I was born into. It was the only iteresting thing in my childhood world. So every night, as Angelo and I lay down to sleep in the bushes, I gradually told him of absolutely all that I could remeber, from all I had learned and read with the old dying man. Bit by bit, night by night, Angelo got to know all that I knew.
Alot of the time, we would sit on the high stone-land, most of the day, all in silence, just looking at the low-lands and the skies. I remembered a book telling a story of power and healing, through meditation, and so we played into those ideas, sometimes. One day I lost the sense of day, as if sleeping while sitting, and awoke at the night-come. I had been seeing strange things, and knew not what they all were to even explain any of it.
One day, as we were looking for plants to eat, but finding nothing but trees with water, Angelo found, what I knew from the books to be mushrooms. They were beautiful red in color, and we tried to eat them, but they tasted not very good, and so we filled our hungry bodies with as much tree-water as we could find instead.
That day we fell asleep during day, and dreamed together. We met humans of the long gone past, who showed us the world before, and explained many things about our world. We were given a book for me to write notes, but it was not with us when we woke up the next morning, feeling wery tired and heavy.
Angelo and I spoke of the dream places and people, and he remembered everything.
This was the beginning of everything, long before we learned enough to realize, that we would be drawn into a dangerous life.
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