SOMEWHERE DEEP IN THE AMAZONIAN RAINFOREST, A TRIBE SURVIVES WITHOUT ANY COMMUNICATION WITH THE OUTSIDE WORLD. THEY ARE DEVELOPING MUCH AS WE DID THROUGHOUT HISTORY, WITH THE INVENTION OF NEW WORDS AND THEORIES EVERYDAY. THEY HAVE BEGUN TO WEAR CLOTHES AND SPEAK AS WE DO. ONE MAN KNOWN IN THE TRIBE AS 'EEYZAK NEWTUN' IS SITTING UNDERNEATH A TREE.
AN APPLE FALLS FROM THE TREE AND HITS EEYZAK ON THE HEAD.
EEYZAK: Ow, well that hurt.
HE GOES BACK TO HIS READING WHEN A SECOND APPLE FALLS FROM THE TREE.
EEYZAK: Blimey. Twice in a row, that's something.
JUST AS HE GOES TO READ AGAIN SEVERAL APPLES FALL AT ONCE, ALL LANDING ON HIM.
EEYZAK: Heavens above. This is getting out of hand.
(to himself) I wonder what is making this happen? There must be some kind of force acting here... I shall name it: GRAV-
SUDDENLY THE GROUND SHAKES AND THE TREE COLLAPSES AND FALLS UPON EEYZAK KILLING HIM.
A DISTANT BEEPING NOISE CAN BE HEARD AND TWO GRUFF VOICES:
Man 1: Keep goin'! Keep goin'! Flatten it all!
THE BEEPING GETS LOUDER, MORE COLLAPSING TREES ARE HEARD.
Man 2: Tell me when!
Man 1: That's it, left a bit! We need to clear ALL this area for McDonalds!