The Sixth Hundredth word.
Bazooka sprang into action, trying his best to snatch away the dead deer from another man. Tall, dark andmuscular, they fought desperately one of the numerous fights; the civilized world fights on a larger scaleand calls war. Bazooka did not know this. I did.Hidden in the bush, I, their Goddess decided what to do. If I came out, they would tremble, fall to their feet,forget the prey and pray fervently to be forgiven. I did not. I didn’t want to be the Goddess. Overwhelmedwith sadness over what the world had become in last few centuries and worried what would happen to myclan if they stayed centuries old, I returned to chambers. I left the men to themselves.“Oh! These savages! How I detest them! The more I try to help, teach, the more they sink into thesavagery,” I said in an exasperated voice to Antaki, my maid at hand (priestess they called her?) for thislifetime.“And yet you cannot leave them Mistress, can you? she asked in her husky voice.“No.”“If I may ask, why?”“Because, I love them. They are my people.” Antaki managed to learn English with me. Just when I had survived the plane crash and jumped with aparachute to land here, she was about to be killed. My Avatar made me Goddess and I saved her fromdeath. She served me. She didn’t reveal me and she saved them from uncontrolled bloodshed. I coulddecide peace, treaties and wars if anything went out of hand. All clans would obey. Unconditionally.My simplistic tribe had just five hundred ninety nine words in their vocabulary. They didn’t need more. Theyknew lust, hunger, anger, surprise, fear and quite a few other emotions. I wondered what was missing. Isighed and slept off.It was late afternoon that I awoke to the ominous beating of drums. “Oh God! Not again!” I thought while Antaki ran out to find out more. I thought it was war. But no, this time it was the village shaman. Contestingmy authority.
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