Zardoz sored her massive head through the skies. Her attitude was sore because of her Mission. What is her mission? Educate the Brutes!
How Zardoz soared her massive head through the skies was unclear. Who knew what strings were pulled to get her head into the sky? What mechanical levers kept Zardoz flying?
What is clear is the sky through which Zardoz soared certainly experienced no carbon fogging for Zardoz left no trail of anything in her path. Zardoz doesn’t generate any waste for Giant flying heads have no orifice other than a huge mawing mouth.
The Brutes experiencing their daily life of hedonism experienced mesmerism as the head of Zardoz suddenly appeared lording over them. Lording? It was the appearance of God! What else could a giant floating head in the sky be but GOD??!!
Brutishly The Brutes reacted as any Brute who meets God reacts: Tribute must be prepared and accolades established to GOD! But…what is a proper tribute to GOD??!!
The Brutes looked for the great Mediterranean Laurel Forests for Bay laurels to fashion a laurel wreath large enough to fit on the head of Zardoz but the forests were no longer there. The Mediterranean Basin had dried up due to climate change. The change in climate occurred during the Pliocene Era which itself followed the warmer Miocene Era. The Isthmus of Panama had yet to form linking North and South America and the average global temperature was warmer than today even though the carbon dioxide levels were the same as today but that did not matter to The Brutes. The Brutes only knew that they were to blame. They could provide money and clothes and medals and honors to Zardoz but they could not present Victory Laurels.
The Brutes brought their tributes to Zardoz. Cowering on bended knees and lowered heads and outstretched arms they cried “Praise be to Zardoz!”
Zardoz spoke. “Zardoz speaks to you, her Chosen Ones! We are the Chosen Ones! I am raising you up from brutality to kill The Brutals who multiply and are legion! To this end your God Zardoz authorizes you to use the gift of the gun to line the Brutals up against the Wall! The gun is Good! The Gun is Good! The Unbelievers are evil! The Unbelievers shoot their poisonous seed to plague the Earth more Unbelievers! The gun shoots death to those lined up against the wall and purifies the Earth of the filth of the Brutals!
Go forth and Kill! Zardoz has spoken!”