From 40 thousand yeareons to 600 million

I'm a believer in the popular designs of Intelligent beings. I believe intelligent beings don't have a tangible fucking clue to their lineage's beginning. I believe we've got a few daddy's. Who's your daddy? I'm a Rooster... My Daddy was cocky as all get up. All my brothers fell in line. Go figure, I was immune to his laser vision. I got laid more. Maybe he envied that! I'm the Artist the one his square room could not envelope and told him so, intelligently, with respect and received respect as though a general. I only had to ask. My quest was my father's command.