Mixed Fruit

So God got bored. He created us. He started with Adam. He subtracted a rib. Then came Eve.

He didn't tell us much, except not to eat from a tree.

There were two trees. One was good, one was evil. We were told not to eat from the evil tree. It was forbidden.

The evil tree was evil cause it produced both good and bad fruit. Once eaten, it produced the same divided qualities in a human's brain.

The good tree was good cause it was full of life. Life is considered a good thing that we should cherish. When cherished correctly, our hearts go to our heads.

One day a snake spoke to Adam an Eve. It may have been an evil spirit in disguise. It probably took snake form so God couldn't see it in the grass. It had an ego the size of Jupiter.

Adam and Eve never talked with animals before, so they were naturally interested in what it had to say. It told them to eat the mixed fruit. God was simply playing a prank; everything was theirs for the taking. Adam and Eve thought about it.

The snake saw that Adam had similar parts like him, and that God favored Adam, so he pressured Eve the most. She caved. Adam caved when she caved. They both ate from the evil tree. Peer pressure started in Eden.

God got pissed. He didn't expect them to hold out forever, but he didn't expect them to fold so soon. Even though the snake was at fault, even though both trees looked identical, and even though the humans had nothing to compare death or evil to, he banished them from paradise (Another word they didn't know the meaning of.) Our bodies became machines.

And so, death was born. The seeds of the evil tree were planted inside all humans. Out of sympathy, God threw in a couple seeds from the good tree. But because of their scarcity, they often take lifetimes to harvest.

Besides painful childbirth, the need to consume food, and a concrete patriarchal foundation, the seeds from the evil tree planted Judgment. This means that we have a primitive notion to dominate others. This domination often leads to punishment, abuse and death. God gave us the power to kill.

He also gave us free will. Or maybe that was the one perk of the evil tree. Since all humans are born good and bad, we all have the option to choose what is right and wrong. Instead of immortality, we got morality. An obnoxious, squawking, flightless bird.

We learned words like "Hello" and "Goodbye." Hellos usually welcomed disaster, and Goodbyes weren't nearly said enough.

To mirror our brains, we divided everything around us. The most popular dividing game is when two groups of land compete to depopulate each other. Whoever kills the most children gets a party.

We don't fear Mother Earth. Instead we fear other humans. With fear comes respect.

We've gotten used to death's brother. His name is guilt. Or maybe it's memory. We lack memory when we're born. We often have an Oedipus complex as a result. Everything's hereditary. The seeds from the evil tree have a sense of humor.

We believe in love. We don't know why. A heart divided is a question mark. Maybe that's why God put love in the mind of an animal.

So the two became six billion and counting. The majority are a rebellious bunch. Some of them prey on the weak. Some create. Some hide symbols. Some destroy. Some populate. Some spin the wheel. Some run the world around it. The other majority run inside of it.

No one knows where God went. Some claim they do. Some say he officially vanished when Pluto disappeared. Others say he learned about eugenics and plans to use it in the future. Or maybe a coup de grace.

The snake is also missing in action. Sometimes you can feel him in your spine. He's become way more popular than God. Although he's given other snakes a bad name for eternity.

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And that's the story of the human virus. Maybe it always existed, but now it acquires the same decay as our modern-day computer. Over time, we begin to run better as we put trust in those who handle us. One day we start to see warning signs, but ignore them cause thinking the worst causes premature wrinkles.

Then we seem to be high, speeding unexpectedly fast towards something, anything that has to be better then our current situation, even though we have no idea where this boost of cosmic luck came from, and we're getting there way too quick to obtain any noteworthy experience that will prevent future mistakes.

Then the burn simmers. We're on a cloud. We've adapted. We once again enjoy predictability...

... And it comes. Like clockwork. The inevitable crash. Quicker every time. Our wires are faulty and scarred. We're defeated.

The true human virus isn't evil. It's loneliness.

All because of mixed fruit.