Lon was an I.T support worker. He was also a caveman, so perhaps it would be more accurate to call it lowercase ‘t’ support.
“Me rock no right way up,” said Gurp.
Lon looked at Gurp’s rock with an expert eye. “Gurp try drop it pick it back up again?”
Gurp dropped the rock. Then he picked it back up. It was still upside-down.
“Hmn,” said Lon, mulling the problem over. “Try throw it at wall.”
The rock clattered off the wall and landed on the ground the right way up and only slightly chipped.
“Gurp thank Lon,” said Gurp as he resumed aimlessly hitting bits of cave with his rock.
Lon strolled out into the sunshine chewing cloves. Some of his fellow proto-humans were sat a little way down the hill trying to make fire. One in particular seemed to be having trouble.
Krog was waving a single stick in the air furiously, a somewhat perplexed expression on his simian face. “Fire no work,” he complained.
“Krog try two sticks,” suggested Lon.
Krog’s already heavy brow knotted in a struggle to understand. “Two?” he asked, holding up three fingers.
Lon rubbed a pair of sticks together in demonstration.
Moving on, Lon found his grandfather sitting by the river soaking his feet. Spying from afar, he saw that the old man held a stone implement in his hand, a sharpened piece of flint. He tried to bite it, and seemed disappointed by the result. Lon watched aghast as his grandfather hurled the revolutionary device into the churning water, completely ignorant to its incredible worth. He pitied the old man. Some people just couldn’t seem to grasp the possibilities of sharpened rocks.
Seeing his grandfather’s total disdain for new technology, Lon was struck by a troubling thought. The wheel of time would continue to spin, and the tools they had now would beget newer, more sophisticated tools. The inventions and discoveries would multiply, increasing exponentially until the world no longer resembled the one he knew, and one day he would be just like his grandfather. He would be the one confused by things he hadn’t grown up with, frightened by a future he didn’t understand, where fire was unnecessary and flint was obsolete.
Consumed by the notion, Lon began to think harder than he ever had before, trying to anticipate the evolution of technology, determined not to be left behind by the engine of progress. His mind was filled with concepts he had no words for.
Lon was struck by divine inspiration. He was on the verge of something incredible. Something that would change the world forever.
Unfortunately Krog chose that moment to rush past him, flailing and on fire. He splashed into the river, extinguishing both the flames and Lon’s potential masterpiece with one graceless belly flop.
The water hissed and steamed around Krog. “Fire work now,” he said.