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I must report that the Professor of Anthropology was more interested in how extinct prehistoric man, more specifically, Neanderthals, lived and why they didn’t survive.  They seem bigger with bigger brains from the fossilized records.  To her, it just didn’t make sense.  So, she bought an island in an undisclosed location (classified) to create an unsanctioned closed environmental experiment inspired by recent advances in archeological biogenetic engineering.  She intends to create not just one but a whole community of Neanderthals.  So, she can study them, up close and for real, to see if there’s anything to genetically encoded inheritance. 

     It’s been six months since she announced her findings to the world. A special envoy has been dispatched to investigate.  Upon touchdown on the sandy shores of the island, this journalist must deviate to announce, “What the ...?”  For high up on top of the bank was a common lemonade stand with a little Neanderthal girl sitting behind a sign in front reading, “5 shells for my Galactic Transport Juice (special in-house formula)!!!  DRINK UP NOW!!!  Before the next MASS GLOBAL EXTINCTION Event!!!  Only 5 shells!!!” 

     It’s like she was waiting for us.  And she was alone.

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