[ WP ] When looking into a an isolated cave you accidentally discover that the bushmen of Africa are actually more technologically advanced than the rest of the world but have been hiding their progress for centuries . They all turn around and see you before you have time to leave ...

Astounding. Truly unbelievable. I stood in awe of the impossible anomalies that I somehow now stood at the epicenter of. 
 
 What appeared as a small cave had revealed it's true form once inside; I found myself at the center of an enormous spherical room with an at least half mile radius. All around me marvels of obvious ingenuity hovered on floating platforms as if on showcase for my coming. 
 
 There were holograms of three dimensional mathematic truth with their proofs built from axiom coating the shell of the sphere. I watched a ball turn from red to green continuously as it seemed to be teleported back and forth from two neighboring podiums. 
 
 Attached to the ceiling I noticed dual timers that were hooked to a tube that wrapped itself around the entire vertical perimeter; one of the timers said `` launched'' and the other said `` arrival'' as a ball was apparently being repeatedly launched and then caught, yet to my eye it was n't moving at all. My mouth dropped open when I realized the'arrival' timer was continuously falling more and more behind the'launched timer, suggesting the ball was achieving superluminal speed. Impossible, it had to be an trick... Even in wild theoretical speculations on the subject macroscopic objects would never be able to break the light barrier on such a local level, the amount of energy needed would be infinite. If what seemed to be being indicated was really occurring, the knowledge that drove the happening could change everything... 
 
 Free energy for everyone.. No more fossil fuels.. no more wars of Greed.. 
 
 With quivering hands, I reached into my satchel and pulled out the video camera National Geographic had issued me. I took a deep breath before hitting'record', only to have the device implode in my hands. An alarm began to sound. 
 
 Within seconds a sharp force to my stomach sent me staggering backwards. The room deteriorated around me and I soon found myself in the familiar African sun, looking towards the entrance of the inconspicuous wonderland. 
 
 *Okay, no camera ’ s*, I thought to myself as I began to trot towards the entrance once again, only to be quickly intercepted by two large bushmen. 
 
 “ No! You don ’ t understand! Let me go the salvation of humanity is at stake! ” I argued obtusely, my protests being completely ignored as the tribesmen spoke to each other through a primal ‘ clicking ’ form of communication. 
 
 I soon found myself being pulled through their village towards a decorated tent in the center. Once inside I was dropped to the ground in front of a frail elderly man in elaborate decorations, obviously the village mystic. 
 
 “ He ’ s an American. He was sent to take pictures of us. He found the shrine. ” one of my captors spoke in perfect mid-western Engish. 
 
 “ You speak English? ” I asked as my state baffledness grew to even greater levels. 
 
 “ We speak all of your primitive languages, ” the mystic responded gently before making a few clicking sounds to my captors, prompting them to leave the tent. “ So you have found our secret? ” he said in a frail voice. 
 
 I had thought the question rhetorical but the pause indicated otherwise, “ Yes, truly amazing, but.. how? Why keep it a secret? You have the scientific knowledge to save humanity! ” I exclaimed as excitement grew in my voice. 
 
 The mystic let out a deep resonating laugh that betrayed his earlier tone before continuing in his frail English, “ Technology can not save mankind, ” he said surely, “ only mankind can save mankind. ” I opened my mouth eager to protest before realizing his fortune cookie response was probably the best I was going to get; he noticed my conflict and resumed speaking, “ Is it really so surprising? Is it not true your scientists have accepted our lands as the cradle of the human race? Wouldn ’ t it be more strange if we were the lesser developed society? ” 
 
 “ Sure I guess, ” I replied, “ But to do it all alone… We ’ ve had scientists from all over the world contribute to our contemporary understandings, for you to do it in such a localized manner in unfathomable! ” 
 
 The mystic seemed to ponder what I said briefly before giving a casual shrug accompanied by an unconcerned facial expression. “ Yes, well for one we haven ’ t been distracted by so much worldly drama I suppose, what with you *great* wars and such, ” he said humbly. 
 
 An obvious thought struck me that I had been thus far ignorant to, “ Why live so primitive? ” I blurted out. 
 
 He smiled a big toothless smile, “ Primitive you say? ” 
 
 “ Yes, primitive! ” I responded, “ And if you ’ re going to get into a lecture about how my society slaves away with overcomplicated lives spare me! The fact of the matter is ya ’ ll are out here doing the rain dance and making plates out of animal bones! What gives? I mean certainl- ” 
 
 The mystic put up his hand for me to stop. He closed his eyes and took in a deep inhale and exhale before opening them and speaking, “ It seems you have answered your own question, ” I gave him a cock-eye ’ d look, “ Of why we are so much more technologically advanced than you. ” I continued giving him a confused stare, he resumed speaking, “ We do not long for technology, we long for truth. The technology we have created stands as a shrine to our earned earthly knowledge, nothing more. Your people ’ s longing for technological development over scientific expansion has retarded your intellectual development, ” he noticed a stupid grin on my face and sighed, “ has *impeded* your intellectual development… point in case… that was a completely legitimate use of the word. ” I composed myself, slightly embarrassed; the mystic continued, “ Yet the hour grows late and I grow weary of writing this shitty story that probably has a million grammatical errors, so please I must beg you to take the pictures you came for and leave us be, tell nobody what you have seen… ” 
 
 Durp. 
 
 
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