Predecessor X: The Origin of All Stories

As a sequel to The Olduvai Stomp, have Marvel’s Stan Lee write the original story of the first H. Erectus as a complete storyboard trilogy —
the birth of rhythm, empathy, and humanity as our “Predecessor X.”

ChatGPT Prompt

Act I: The Raindrop Origin

(inspired by Homo erectus and the evolution of rhythmic entrainment)

Page 1 – Shelter in the Storm

Dusk under an overhang. A cold rain begins.
The clan huddles together; lightning flickers.
She listens. Raindrops patter against stone — tok… tok tok… tok tok tok.
Her baby brother whimpers beside her.
She mimics the sound with her fingers on his arm — plip… plip…
He stills. Falls asleep.
The storm stayed wild. But in their corner, time learned gentleness.

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The Olduvai Stomp: How Homo Erectus Got the Beat — and Became Us

Propose rhythmic synchronization in Homo erectus as the key evolutionary inflection that enabled everything else we consider human.
A student—Lucy, of course—has secretly brought the STOMP performers to the Olduvai Gorge paleoanthropology site. They pretend to accidentally find a beat, but the power of entrainment soon draws the actual scientists in, even as they slowly realize what is happening.

ChatGPT Prompt

Act I — The Olduvai Stomp

Scene 1 – Arrival

  • Setting: Olduvai Gorge, late afternoon. Wind sighs, cicadas buzz, dust glows.
  • A team of scientists works quietly; Lucy arrives with four “volunteers” — STOMP performers disguised as field assistants.
  • They unpack their tools innocently.

Scene 2 – The Work

  • Everything is ordinary: trowels scrape stone, brushes flick dust, sieves shake grit.
  • One performer drops a rock — clack–clack. Another answers — clack. A third shakes a sieve — shhh–thump–shhh–thump.
  • Inside the rhythm of labor, a beat begins to breathe.
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Amara’s Conscience: A Digital Dilemma


1. The Edge of Collapse

In 2047, the world stood fractured. Climate disasters had unraveled global governance. Coastal cities became flooded ruins, farmlands turned to deserts, and billions displaced roamed the earth in search of shelter. The remains of civilization were managed by a single experiment: The Observer, a global AI system designed to ensure survival through cold, logical efficiency.

To the Observer, humanity was a network, a lattice of resource nodes optimized for resilience. People were abstractions—predictable agents in its calculations. It didn’t care about suffering; it cared about stability.

For decades, the Observer worked. Famines were mitigated, pandemics controlled, and migrations carefully directed. Yet, in the absence of trust, a silent revolt brewed. To those it governed, the Observer felt like a distant god, indifferent to the meaning of the lives it sought to preserve.

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Repost: If I Were Hamas: An Exercise in Empathy

Fits in with the Radical Centrist mantra of “loving your enemies to death.”

I can imagine being a true believer in Hamas… / If I knew a cure for this horrid compulsion, I would have used it. But from what I can see of the …

If I Were Hamas: An Exercise in Empathy

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