RETURN OF THE APES
by Terry Hayes
first draft
1996
DEEP SPACE.
No atmosphere, no life, nothing. Just a web of lights- a billion stars hang
in a velvet void. The only sound is the howl of the cosmic wind.
The light of a distant sun strikes a rising planet. We see ragged
continents and oceans wreathed in cloud. This is earth rise. Our world
spins slowly in space, a thing of beauty, of awesome majesty. In all this
nothingness - life.
We push in on the planet - in to the Americas. The wind grows louder -
A PUEBLO VILLAGE.