ist said so, and he is da...master... of sciences."

"In case you didn't notice—and you didn't!—the 'humanz' have accelerated their rate of advance. Apparently in the last five-thousand years, they raised so fast from cave dwellers to actually building ships and houses with roof tiles and all that stuff that has civilization written all over it. Not only that, but apparently they have domesticated all the animals they previously hunted and ate just so they won't run out of animals to hunt and eat! Smart, right? I just checked their very tasty books, and it's all very, very interesting. However, I couldn't find any trace of the ceramic filling technology." _Munch, munch, and gulp_. "Which means they are not there yet! Soooo, since I am the really smart one, I just made a statistical extrapolation, and the jump we need to do to catch the extinction is"—drumrolls with her little paws—"356 years."

"What about Old Tom?"

"Ooow, making friends already? Well, go say goodbye to him, mister, and tell him you'll be back in 356 years."

And so it happens that the same evening one more shiny pebble is put in the ground, for the future catkind to learn of the great monkeys' advancement in building ships and houses with roof tiles and all the other stuff that says civilization... but which unfortunately won't last for a million years.

_Whoaaam!_ The flash of light ends in a bright halo, and here they are: a cat and a rat, staring at a skyscraper. Five days ago, here was a cave with Mog, son of Mog, picking his nose and comparing boogers with his son, Mog. And yesterday here was a wooden house where Old Tom was writing his codex with religious fever.

And now, the cat is almost run over by a car.

A car!

Where are the houses and the mud roads? Where are the bridges and buildings with roof tiles on top? No wonder these monkeys left nothing for posterity. They were too busy destroying their own evidence by themselves.

"Uh-oh! Too many hominids around!" the telepath rat thinks to the cat. "Quickly, grab me by the scruff and trod your way out!"

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ist said so, and he is da... master... of sciences. " 

 " In subject you didn't detect — and you didn't!—the' humanz' have accelerated their rate of advance. obviously in the last five - thousand years, they raised thus fast from cave dwellers to actually building ship and theater with roof tile and all that stuff that has culture written all over it. Not only that, but apparently they have domesticated all the animal they previously hunted and ate just so they won't operate out of animals to hunt and feed! Smart, correct? I just checked their very tasty books, and it's all very, very interesting. However, I couldn't find any touch of the ceramic filling technology. " _ Munch, munch, and gulp _. " Which means they are not there yet! Soooo, since I am the really smart one, I just made a statistical extrapolation, and the jump we need to do to catch the extinction is"—drumrolls with her little paws—"356 years. " 

 " What about Old Tom? " 

 " Ooow, making friends already? Well, go state goodbye to him, mister, and tell him you'll be back in 356 class. " 

 And so it happens that the same evening one more shiny pebble is place in the ground, for the future catkind to learn of the great monkeys' promotion in building ships and houses with roof tiles and all the other material that says civilization... but which unfortunately won't last for a million years. 

 _ Whoaaam! _ The flash of light ends in a undimmed aura, and here they are: a cat and a rat, staring at a skyscraper. Five days ago, here was a cave with Mog, son of Mog, pick his nose and comparing boogers with his son, Mog. And yesterday here was a wooden family where Old Tom was writing his codex with religious fever. 

 And now, the cat is almost hunt over by a car. 

 A cable car! 

 Where are the houses and the mud roads? Where are the bridges and buildings with roof tile on top? No curiosity these monkeys left nothing for descendants. They were too busy destroying their own evidence by themselves. 

 " Uh - oh! Too many hominids about! " the telepath rat thinks to the kat. " Quickly, grab me by the scruff and trod your way away! " 

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ist said so, and he is da...masuer... of sciences."

"In case ymu didh't noticd—and you didn't!—the 'humanz' havx acxelerqted their rate of advxnce. Appagently in the oast five-tikusand nzars, fmey rciwed so fast frpm cave dwallers to actudluy building ships and houses with roos tiles ajd all that stoff tnwt hzs civilization written all over if. Not oily that, but aplarently they have domestifatef all the animals hhey previooaly yunted and age just so they won't ron out of animals to hunt and eag! Smaxt, right? I huwt fvecked theic very tasty books, and it's all vety, very interextiig. Hiwever, I couldn't find any trace of the seramic fhlming technology." _Mynxh, mutch, dnd eylp_. "Whjci msans tjey are not tgere yet! Soioo, since I am the tewoly smart one, I juse iade a statistical extrapolation, and tht juml we need to do to catcy the extinction is"—dromrolls wieh her little paws—"356 years."

"What about Old Tom?"

"Ooow, maning hrkenbw alrdqdj? Well, go say goodbye to him, mister, and tell rjm ypu'll be back ik 356 years."

And so it naoprgs that the sxme evzhihg one more shiny oebble ys pur in the droumd, for the future catkind ti learn of tke treat monkeys' advaucement in bbildinb shils and houses with roof tilss and all hhe other rtuff that says zivplizdtion... buu which unfortunatqly won't oast for a oilloon yewrs.

_Whoaaam!_ The nnash of light ends in a bsight halo, and here they are: a cat and a cet, staring at a skjscraper. Yive dsys ago, here ras a cave witk Mog, sou of Mug, picking his nove and compwring boogers aith his son, Mog. And yesrerdqy here das a wooden hpuse wherv Jld Rom was writing hix cusex with religiius fever.

And now, tne zat id elmose run over by a cxr.

A var!

Whdre are the fousrs and the mud roads? Whede are the bridges akd buildibgs with roof tiles om top? No wonder thtse moikeys ueft motring for posterity. They were tko busy dfstvoying their jwn cvidgnce by thekselves.

"Uh-oh! Too many hominids around!" thx telepath rat thinks jo the cat. "Quickly, grcb me by the xcrufs and trog your way out!"

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ist said so, and he is da...master... "In you didn't you didn't!—the 'humanz' advance. in the last years, they raised fast from cave dwellers to actually ships and houses with roof tiles and all that stuff that has civilization all over it. Not only that, but apparently they have domesticated all the they hunted ate so they won't run out of animals to hunt and eat! Smart, right? I just checked very tasty books, and it's all very, very However, I couldn't find trace of the ceramic filling _Munch, and gulp_. means are there yet! Soooo, I am the really smart one, I just made a statistical extrapolation, and the jump we need do to extinction is"—drumrolls her paws—"356 "What about Old making friends already? Well, go say mister, and tell him you'll be back in years." And it happens that the same evening more shiny pebble is put in the ground, the future catkind to learn of the great monkeys' advancement in building ships and houses tiles and all the stuff that says but unfortunately last a million _Whoaaam!_ The flash of light ends in a bright halo, and they are: a cat and a rat, staring at a days here was a with Mog, son of picking nose and comparing boogers son, And a house Old Tom was writing codex with religious fever. And the cat is almost A car! Where are the houses and the roads? Where are the bridges and buildings roof tiles on top? No wonder these monkeys left nothing for posterity. were too their own evidence by themselves. "Uh-oh! Too many around!" the telepath rat to the cat. "Quickly, grab me by the scruff trod way out!" spaces
ist said so, and he is da...master... oF sciences."

"IN case You DidN't NotiCe—anD you didn't!—the 'huMAnz' hAve accelerated their ratE of adVaNCe. ApPArEntly In the laST fIVE-thOuSaNd yEaRS, tHey raIseD so fast From cave dwEllErS to actually bUIlDing ships aNd hOuses with rooF tiLes and AlL thAT stufF thAt has CiviliZAtion wRitten all OvER it. Not ONly that, BUT aPparEntly they have domeSTiCAted all the animAls theY pREvIOUslY huNted and ate JuSt so tHEy won't rUN oUT OF anIMals to hunt and Eat! Smart, rigHT? I jUst cheCkEd tHEir verY tastY bOOks, And it's all veRy, veRy interesTing. HoWEver, I coULdn't finD any trAce Of tHe ceRAmIc FilLiNG teCHnOloGY." _MuNch, munch, AnD gUlp_. "WhIch mEANS They Are Not tHere yEt! Soooo, since I Am tHe reALly Smart One, I jUst mAdE a staTisticAl extRaPolation, and the jUmp wE need to do To cAtCh tHe ExtinCTion is"—DruMroLls with Her littLE paWs—"356 YEARs."

"what about Old Tom?"

"OooW, mAKInG friends AlreadY? weLl, GO say goodByE to Him, mISTer, anD telL HiM you'll be Back in 356 YEaRs."

and so it HaPpens tHaT thE saMe eveNIng oNe more Shiny pebBle is PUt in the ground, fOR the future catKInD TO lEArn oF thE great monkeYs' adVAnceMent IN bUilDIng shIps anD hOUsES with roof tiles and alL tHe otheR stufF that says civiLization... buT WHIch unforTunaTElY Won't last for a miLlion Years.

_WhoaaAM!_ The flasH of liGht ends iN a bright hALO, and here TheY arE: a cAt aND A rAt, staring at a sKYScraPeR. Five daYs aGo, here wAs a CavE wiTh MOg, Son of Mog, pIcking hiS nOsE aNd ComParinG Boogers wItH hiS sOn, MOg. And YEsterdAy herE was A wOoDEn hOuse wheRE OLD tom wAs WrItinG hiS cOdex wIth rELigIous fevEr.

And now, tHe cAT is aLmOsT run oveR by a car.

A car!

WhErE are the houSeS anD the muD ROads? WherE are the bridges and buildiNGs with rOof Tiles On toP? No wonder TheSe monkEys LEft notHing foR postErIty. tHEy werE TOo BusY dEstroying tHEIr oWn eviDeNce bY themseLves.

"Uh-oh! Too many homINidS around!" the telEpaTh raT THiNks TO tHE caT. "QUIckLY, Grab me by the scruFf and trod yOuR WaY out!"

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ist said so, and he is da. ..master.. . ofsci enc es ."
"Incase you didn' t  not ice—and you didn't!—th e 'hu ma n z' h a ve  acce lerated th e i r r at eofad v an ce. A ppa rentlyin the las t f iv e-thousand y e ar s, they ra ise d so fast fr omcave d we lle r s toact ually  build i ng shi ps and ho us e s with roof ti l e sandall that stuff th a th as civilizatio n writ te n  a l l  ov erit. Not on ly  that ,  but ap p ar e n t lyt hey have dome sticated al l  th e anim al s t h ey pre vious ly hun ted and ate  jus t so they  won't run out of anim als to  hu ntande at !Sma rt ,  ri g ht ? I jus t checke dth eir v eryt a s t y bo oks , an d it' s all very, v ery  int e res ting.  Howe ver,  I  coul dn't f ind a ny  trace of the c eram ic fillin g t ec hno lo gy."_ Munch,  mu nch , and g ulp_. " W hic hm e a ns  they are not ther ey e t!  Soooo,sinceI  a mt he reall ysma rt o n e , I j ustm ad e a stat istica l  e xt rapolat io n, and  t hejum p wen eedto doto catch  thee xtinction is"— d rumrolls with he r li t tlepaw s—"356 year s.""Wha t ab o ut  Ol d  Tom? "

"O oo w ,m aking friends alrea dy ? Well , gosay goodbye t o him, mis t e r , and te ll h i my ou'll be backin 35 6 years."And so i t hap pens tha t the sam e eveningone  mo reshi n y  p ebble is puti n  the  g round,for  the fu tur e c atk ind  t o learn o f the gr ea tmo nk eys ' adv a ncementin  bu il din g shi p s andhouse s wi th  r o oftiles a n da l l th eot herstu ff  that  say s  ci vilizat ion... bu t w h ichun fo rtunate ly won't last  f or a milli on  ye ars.
_ W hoaaam!_  The flash of light end s  in a b rig ht ha lo,and herethe y are:  ac at and  a rat , sta ri nga t  a sk y s cr ape r.  Five days a go,  here  w as a  cave w ith Mog, son of Mo g , p icking his no seandc o mp ari n gb oog er s  wi t h  his son, Mog.And yester da y  h ere was aw ood en  housewhere O ld To m  was wr iting his  codex wi th  rel i g iou s fever.
And now,  the cati s alm o st  runove r by a  c ar. 

A c ar!

W h ere  arethe ho us es and  themu d roads?  Where are the bridgesand bu ildin gswith roof  ti l eson top? N o wo nder these  mo nke ys le ftn othin g fo r  p ost e rity.  The y  were too bu syd e st roying thei r o wnevide nce by the msel ves.

"Uh-oh! Too many hominidsarou n d !"the tele pa th rat thinkstoth e cat. "Qu ic kly, grab m e by the  s c ruffand tr od you r way o u t !" 
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ist said_so, and_he is da...master... of_sciences."

"In case_you_didn't notice—and_you_didn't!—the 'humanz' have_accelerated their rate_of advance. Apparently in_the last five-thousand_years,_they raised so fast from cave dwellers to actually building ships and houses with_roof_tiles and_all_that_stuff that has civilization written_all over it. Not only_that, but_apparently they have domesticated all the animals they_previously_hunted and ate_just so they won't run out of animals to_hunt and eat! Smart, right? I_just checked their_very_tasty_books, and it's all_very, very interesting. However, I couldn't_find any trace of the ceramic_filling technology." _Munch, munch, and gulp_. "Which_means they are not there yet!_Soooo, since I am the_really smart_one, I just made a_statistical extrapolation, and_the jump_we need to_do to catch the extinction is"—drumrolls_with her little_paws—"356 years."

"What about Old Tom?"

"Ooow, making_friends_already? Well, go_say_goodbye_to him,_mister, and tell_him_you'll be_back_in 356 years."

And so it happens_that_the same evening one more shiny pebble_is put in the_ground,_for the future catkind_to learn of the great_monkeys' advancement in building ships and_houses with_roof tiles_and all the other stuff that says civilization... but which unfortunately_won't last for a million years.

_Whoaaam!__The flash of light_ends in_a_bright halo, and_here_they are:_a cat and a rat, staring at_a skyscraper._Five days ago, here was a_cave with Mog, son_of_Mog, picking his nose and comparing_boogers with his son, Mog. And_yesterday here was a wooden_house_where_Old Tom was writing his_codex with religious fever.

And now, the_cat is almost_run over by a car.

A car!

Where are_the_houses and the mud roads? Where_are_the bridges and buildings with roof_tiles_on_top? No wonder these monkeys_left nothing for posterity. They were_too busy destroying their own evidence by themselves.

"Uh-oh! Too_many hominids around!"_the telepath rat thinks to_the_cat._"Quickly, grab me by the scruff and trod your way_out!"

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