She stirred from her seemingly eternal slumber, confused as to how she fell unconscious and confused as to who she actually was, or why she was wherever she was. "You're alive," spoke the voice, the source of which was slowly coming into focus from Brittany's mind, though not of substantial enough a figure to determine what this strange creature actually was. "I have come to save you from certain death". The biscuit man grabbed Britanny by the hand, though such aggressive intentions proved unfounded, as his arm snapped off cleanly as he tried pulling Brittany towards him. "That's the fourth time that has happened this week" spoke the gentle voice without the slightest hint of frustration. "I see" said the little blonde girl. "Where exactly am I, mr...". "Well I'm not exactly a mr.... You're on Pebble Beach. This is the only place of it's kind in the universe; the only place priveledged to have anything of any substantial value whatsoever". Confused, and slightly bewildered as to why she was wherever she was, Britanny got up from the sandy ground and looked around. All was peaceful and tranquil, much like any beach on earth. The surf made a hypnotic crash as it hit the sandy surface of the beach; much like any beach on earth. The sun shone brightly through the dispersed pure white clouds; much like... you get the idea. This beach really did look like it could be anywhere else on earth, except one minor difference. The only horizon in sight was the beach and the sea, though not in the conventional way any deserted island would. It was infinite, the beach went on just as long as the sea did and the sea went on just as long as the beach. There were no buildings, no billboards advertising the latest barely visible mobile phones, no vapor trails in the sky from recently passed planes, excreting gallons of prehistoric animal remains into the atmosphere which humans rely on so much. All that was present was the sand, sea, sky and these two beings gripped by each other's presence, no matter how innocently sinister the scene may be to outside witnesses. "Well I'm from a place called Earth" said the girl. "We have places like this, but other things too, like buildings, billboards, airplanes as well as loads of other things." "I know, I've been gazing at your planet from afar for a great number of years. Tell me, why does your planet's inhabitants occupy itself with such trivial indulgences like the things you described?". This answer to this question seemed obvious to Brittany. She had grown accustomed to these basic human indulgences and saw them not just as priveldges, but as the next step of the evolutionary chain. Though, of course, she didn't know she knew this exactly. "These things make our lives easier and more enjoyable. Science blessed us with these things, they're kind of like the next step of human kind, helping us to put in our position as the dominant species, something we need to survive." The little girl felt really clever; she felt like she explained this reasoning with such valour that when she awoke, great banquets would be held for her and everyone would love her for fighting humanity's corner so well. "If science has helped you progress, why are there so many wars, so much bloodshed, such great wounds inflicted on your planets resources, so much poverty?... It seems to me that this thing you call science has pulled you back, not pushed you forward." The little girl stood there dumbfounded. Fear and a sense of reality came upon her. She did not want to grow up in such a place as described by the gingerbread person. Her parent's watched their beloved daughter by the side of her hospital bed, crushed by what their daughter had become asethetically and by the instinctive thought that they could have done something about the near fatal accident. "May I stay here forever?" she enquired to the gingerbread person. And she stayed on Pebble Beach forever more.
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