The Monkeys’ Council
The monkeys in council deliberated on the necessity of settling in houses. When they had made up their minds to this end and were about to set to work, an old monkey restrained them, saying that they would more easily be captured if they were caught within enclosures.
Turns out, Space has its limits too. 5043 was the year Space stopped expanding and by 6097 all of Space was mapped out. All of the space that made up Space had been surveyed and assessed for value by none other than the Monkey Council, making them the wealthiest beings in the universe. To celebrate their impressive achievement, the Monkey Council threw a party. It lasted for fifty-three years.
The monkeys have always been explorers. For as long as any living monkey can remember, they were on the move, never settling, and always seeking the Edge. However, in 6150, fifty-three years after the completion of the Map, James, the youngest son of President Sharon, leader of the Monkey Council, tugged on his mother’s sleeve, and asked, “so where are we going to go next?”
Suddenly the music stopped. And the Monkey Council realized that they would be the first monkeys unable to boldly go where no monkey has gone before. Deliberations started the next day.
“We must settle,” stated Senior Councilmonkey Sean as he set down his pipe, “the completion of the Map marked the end of an era.”
“We, as monkeys, need to find renewed purpose. And it is impossible to do so wandering aimlessly. We must settle,” agreed Senior Councilmonkey Janet after a long noisy sip of her whiskey on the rocks.
“But where would we settle?” asked Junior Councilmonkey Rachael, “There is a whole universe of possibilities.” She had always been the most diligent councilmonkey.
Slowly Senior Councilmonkey Harry untied his bathrobe answering, “Planet Büiįtœp of course. The land of our ancestors.” It was followed by a murmur of agreement throughout the hall.
“But Senior Councilmonkey Harry, our ancestors ran away from Planet Büiįtœp. They first came into space to escape not explore.” Argued Junior Councilmonkey Rachael.
Angered, Senior Councilmonkey Harry stood from his seat, pounded his chest, and cried, “How dare you insult me Junior Councilmonkey Rachael but more importantly how dare you insult the Monkey Council. We are the richest most powerful beings in the Universe, do you think we do not have what it takes to completely demolish anyone foolish enough to stand in our way?”
With two taps of her diamond-studded gavel, the room fell silent. Smirking to herself President Sharon calmly said, “Decorum friends. I like the idea of Büiįtœp. Let’s head there and start building tomorrow.”
Then suddenly, bursting through the door, was Elder Sam crying, “We cannot go back, we will be captured if we do. We cannot-”
Then even more sudden, there was nothing. 6150 was the year Space collapsed in onto itself.
