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MidReal Story
The First Humans
Scenario:Im born as one of the first humans on earth, a male in their 20s with mild common knowledge. I awake next to a female, with seemingly the same traits as me.
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Tristan Walker
He is one of the first humans to exist on earth. He is curious, adventurous, and reflective. Tristan wakes up to a world that is unfamiliar yet breathtakingly beautiful. He notices the absence of a sun and stars, attributing it to a massive impact that created the moon. He meets his twin, Tristania, and experiences the world's wonders, such as vast oceans and towering mountains. He forms a deep bond with his sister, exploring their new surroundings and contemplating their place in the world.
Tristania Walker
She is Tristan's twin and fellow pioneer in the human species. She is brave, intelligent, and compassionate. Tristania shares a special connection with her brother, and they rely on each other for companionship in this unfamiliar world. She points out a family of early humans, demonstrating the need for community and growth. Like Tristan, she grapples with the enormity of their existence but remains hopeful about their future and the potential they have to shape it.
I remember the day I was "born" vividly.
I was one of the first humans to exist on this earth.
I was a male in my early twenties, and my knowledge was basic and common.
I didn't know how I came to be, but I had a feeling that I wasn't alone.
When I opened my eyes, I saw a blurry figure next to me.
As my vision cleared, I saw that it was another human just like me.
She was identical to me in every way, except she was female.
I looked around and saw that we were in a field of what looked like wheat or grass.
The ground was covered in a blanket of white, and the air was cold and crisp.
I could see mountains in the distance, towering above the trees, their peaks hidden in the clouds.
The sky above was gray, with no sun or stars visible.
I looked at the woman next to me and wondered if she knew any more than I did about where we were and how we got here.
"Hello," I said, trying to make my voice sound friendly and non-threatening.
The woman looked at me, startled, and then at the scene around us.
She took in the mountains, the field, and the gray sky before focusing back on me.
"Who are you?" she asked.
"I'm Tristan," I replied.
"And you are...?"
"I'm Tristania," she said, looking around again.
"What is this place?"
I asked her.
"I don't know," she said, shaking her head.
"I don't know where we are or how we got here."
I sat cross-legged in the wheat field, studying Tristania's features.
She was still scanning our surroundings, but I couldn't help but take in her appearance.
Her face was identical to mine - same sharp jawline, same dark eyebrows, and same deep-set eyes.
Even the way she furrowed her brow when she was concentrating was the same as me.
She must have felt my eyes on her because she turned to face me directly.
Our eyes locked, and I noticed that hers were the exact shade of green as mine.
Her hair fell past her shoulders in the same shade of brown as mine, though it was longer and more unruly.
When she reached up to brush a strand from her face, I found myself unconsciously mirroring her gesture.
It was uncanny how similar we looked.
While walking through the frosted wheat field with Tristania, I spotted something in the distance.
It was a plume of smoke rising from a valley below.
I pointed it out to Tristania, and we both stopped in our tracks.
"Smoke," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
"Do you think someone else is here?"
Tristania asked, her eyes wide with excitement.
I nodded, my mind racing with possibilities.
"Maybe we can find shelter there."
We continued walking towards the smoke, our footsteps quiet on the frozen ground.
As we got closer, I could see that the smoke was coming from a small clearing surrounded by trees.
There was a fire burning in the center of the clearing, and next to it was a small structure made of branches and leaves.
It looked like a makeshift hut, but it was better than nothing. "We can use this as shelter for now," I said to Tristania.
"But we need to find a way to start a fire of our own."
Tristania nodded, her eyes scanning the area.
"I think I see some dry wood over there," she said, pointing to a nearby tree.
I followed her gaze and saw that there were several branches lying on the ground.
We gathered them up and brought them back to the clearing.
I showed Tristania how to create sparks using two rocks, and eventually we managed to start a small fire.
Once we had the fire going, we sat down next to it and warmed ourselves up.
The cold air had seeped into our bones, and it felt good to finally feel some heat again. As we sat there, I noticed that Tristania was staring at me intently.
"What's wrong?" I asked her.
"You're just so... familiar," she said, shaking her head.
"I feel like I've known you forever."
I smiled at her, feeling the same way myself.
"I know exactly what you mean," I said.
"It's like we've been together since birth."
Tristania laughed at that, her eyes sparkling with amusement.
"I guess you could say that," she said.
"Since we don't have any memories of our lives before this one."
I nodded in agreement, my mind wandering back to our situation.
"We need to figure out what happened to us," I said seriously.
"And how we ended up here."
Tristania sighed, her expression turning somber again.
"I know," she said softly.
"But right now, let's just focus on surviving this place."
While gathering more firewood near our shelter, I noticed that something felt different about my body.
I couldn't quite put my finger on it, but there was a tension in my muscles that I hadn't experienced before.
It was as if my body was preparing for something, but I didn't know what.
I tried to ignore the sensation and continued gathering wood, but it only seemed to intensify.
Eventually, I decided to head back to camp and see if Tristania had any idea what was going on with me.
When I arrived, she was tending to the fire and didn't seem to notice anything out of the ordinary about me.
"Hey," I said, dropping the wood next to her.
"Something feels off about my body."
Tristania looked up at me, concerned.
"What do you mean?"
I hesitated, unsure of how to explain it.
"It's hard to describe. It's like... there's a tension inside me that I can't get rid of."
Tristania furrowed her brow, clearly confused by my description.
"I don't understand," she said.
"Do you feel sick or anything?"
I shook my head.
"No, it's not like that. It's more... physical."
Tristania looked at me skeptically, and I realized that she wasn't going to be able to help me figure out what was going on with my body.
"Maybe we should focus on finding some food instead," she suggested. "Yeah," I agreed gratefully.
"That sounds like a good idea."
We grabbed our makeshift gathering tools and headed out into the forest in search of something edible.
As we walked, I tried to ignore the strange sensation in my body and focus on finding food instead.
But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was off about me.
Eventually, we came across a small clearing filled with wild berries.
We gathered as many as we could and headed back to camp to eat them for dinner.
As we sat down next to the fire to eat, Tristania turned to me and asked if I still felt strange.
I nodded reluctantly, not wanting to admit that whatever was happening with my body hadn't gone away yet.
"Do you have any idea what it could be?" she asked me.
I shook my head, feeling frustrated by my lack of knowledge about human anatomy.
"I don't know," I admitted.
"I've never experienced anything like this before."
Back at our shelter, the tension in my body was becoming unbearable.
I paced back and forth anxiously while Tristania watched me with growing concern.
"I don't know what's happening to me," I said, trying to put my feelings into words.
"It's like... there's a pressure building inside me that I can't get rid of."
Tristania frowned, clearly confused by my description.
"Do you feel sick or anything?"
I shook my head, feeling frustrated that I couldn't explain it better.
"No, it's not like that. It's more... physical."
Tristania looked at me skeptically, and I realized that she wasn't going to be able to help me figure out what was going on with my body.
"Maybe if I show you, you'll understand what I mean," I said, my voice uncertain.
Tristania nodded, her expression still worried.
I stood a few feet away from her and hesitated for a moment before reaching down to grab the waistband of my pants.
The fabric felt rough against my fingers as I gripped it tightly.