The little tribe of humans struggled to survive in their environment. They hunted and gathered and occasionally skirmished with other people, who were stronger, but not as tenacious as they were.
Their leader was a strong woman, and she knew the immutable rules of the world. Fight and live, lose and die.
But every night she dreamed of a future where the rules were different. She dreamed of a world where her progeny were a multitude, and they lived in comfort.
That world was not the world. She took up her club and fought to make that future a reality.

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