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This is a story about this and this's that. What that means... is a good question. What the story is about, is another very good question. And as with good questions, they tend to come without good, concise answers which the questioners so desire they would. So, watch as it unfurls the way it unfurls.
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Why he died, is a good question, and has a good implication, but the details of both does not strike the narrator's mind for now and shall, hence, remain in passing as a rather catchy introduction.
The story is this:
Precisely two million two hundred fifty two thousand, four hundred and point-one years ago, there was a very peaceful civilization. The reason it is peaceful is because the people of this civilization are civilized- in more comprehensible and meaningful terms, they share, they care, they do all the whole range things which are supposed to keep people peaceful. Then, one day they contemplated the concepts of government, administration, and the more infamous "student council", and decided it was time to implement these to their civilization to make the entire affair more... em... well, organized.
Today, the world which they once lived civilizedly (if that's a word) on is a red, dusty, barren place that happy little rovers called happy little names like "Spirit" or "Opportunity" rove happily on.
The revelation they had was, apparently... let's leave it at that.