One day the God's decided to create a race which would serve them and make them feel superior, because even God's have a low sense of worth and need someone to blame for their own foolish mistakes.It's nice to look down upon someone who's less fortunate and feel contempt.
"We will make them in our image,"Zeus declared,"but without the ability to change shape,fly or any other wonderful feats.We can't have them trying to overthrow us like so many others have."
It was decided that the two Titan brothers, Prometheus and Epimetheus,would create this new race.
Now, Epimetheus,or, Afterthought,was an imbecile.He had the thought process of a troglodyte and gave to the lesser animals the greater strengths.
"This won't do,"Prometheus told him,"our new race won't survive long against the elements.I will take over this task."
And so he looked at the shape of the God's and fashioned mankind in the same way.
"After all,if I didn't exist, I would have to make a God that looked like me.I couldn't worship something like a cloud; I don't have the brain capacity to examine the sublime."
But then he realized that with out God like abilities to protect themselves,this new race would certainly perish in short time.
His first attempt was successful.He fashioned the first men out of gold.These lived without disease or sorrow,toil or pain.Thier crops suffered no pestilence and when they died they turned into spirits beneficial to mankind.Eventually they ran out of gold and so had to resort to silver.These silver men were idiots.They stumbled into one another and lived in confusion.When they finally died they just returned into atoms.The third attempt was no better.These men were made of brass.They killed one another for no reason and the world was a violent place.Ultimately they managed to slaughter themselves into extinction.Next came a race of Heroes.They did all sorts of great deeds and when they passed this mortal encumbrance they sailed to the Isles of the Blessed,far away at the top of the world,where they rival even the God's in splendor.Lastly,and to our great sorrow, Prometheus created our present race,the Men of Iron,and we all know what evil came of it.
And yet,in the beginning,men had no hope of survival.
Prometheus sat on the edge of Heaven and looked down at the pitiful creatures he had devised.
And then he came up with a plan.
"I could steal Fire from the hearth of Olympus,"he said,"that way mankind will have something that the other animals don't.With fire they can survive."
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