Thoth played the memory he had perfectly packed in his mind of the primitive man circling back to save his tribe mates from a pack of wolves. Every minute detail was perfectly replayed.

It was similar to a digital exchange of files done wirelessly, only it was done psychically. It played in Horus’s mind’s eye, and he was free to examine it from any angle, at any speed, perspective, as well as through many different filters. This exchange happened at blinding speed.

Suddenly, twin guards walked through a hidden corridor, wordlessly pushing a disheveled, dirt-sodden, wild-eyed primitive man into the pillar of sunlight in the middle of the room. The guards left without a word, and a door slid closed behind them. 

The primitive man put a hand up over his brow to shield himself from the light, taking a look around the room. He clearly could not see either of the figures standing behind the glass. 

“And here he is now,” Thoth said, eyes beaming with pride. “Enoch, the messenger of the gods.”

Horus laughed. “You have started naming them? That cannot be a good sign.”

The primitive man circled around the room once, then went back into the center when he realized he could not get out. Then he stood there for a moment, dropped his filth-caked loincloth, grabbed his cock, and started pissing on the floor in the middle of the room in full frontal view of Thoth and Horus.

The deep bellow of a laugh Horus exuded would echo in Thoth’s mind for many millennia to come. Horus gave Thoth a rigorous pat on the back and turned to leave the room, chuckling all the way. Just as the door was about to slide shut, Horus said, “Good luck to you Thoth, God of Wisdom. You are a braver bird than I.”

Thoth felt a bit red-cheeked from Horus’s comments, but he would not let that distract him from the task at hand. The birdman took a deep breath, centered himself, then phased right through the glass partition and into the room with the primitive man. 

Thoth waited patiently, ensuring to keep his energy and demeanor as non-threatening as possible. It was no small feat, but difficult labor often bore the best fruit. Despite all Thoth’s efforts, the appearance of an 8-foot-tall blue bird being standing in the room seemed to, well, upset the primitive man. 

Thoth’s intuitive telepathic abilities allowed him to see the mind of the primitive man in breathtaking detail. Every neuron and synapse fired in a synchronized ballad. The electrochemical exchanges and discharges created electromagnetic fields, frequencies, lights, and sounds. All of this was visible to Thoth, and he could plainly see and feel every emotion and thought going on in the primitive man’s mind.

The primitive man’s reaction was visceral. He went rigid. Adrenaline emptied itself into his endocrine system. The electric surge produced from his mind pulsed into his heart, seizing it up. The primitive man grasped his chest with an injured hand that was currently gangrenous. He was having a heart attack.

This was regrettable. Thoth wanted to interfere as little as possible with the primitive man’s mind, but the primitive’s death would complicate his plans significantly. Thoth grabbed the primitive man’s mind with his own. It was like a blazing wildfire. Thoth force-fed his own mental energy into the man’s mind. It was all quite effortless. Thoth’s cool, blue energy gushed over the wildfire like a tsunami. The calming, cooling waves intoxicated the primitive man by interacting with his opioid receptors. His jaw went slack, his blood pressure dropped, and his muscles relaxed.

Thoth then manually deactivated the adrenal gland, and delivered a mild electric discharge to the primitive man’s heart to get it back into rhythm. 

The primitive man’s shoulders were drooping now, his eyes glossy. He now regarded Thoth as if he were in a fog somewhere too far to quite make out. 

“I greet you in the love and light of the infinite creator. I communicate with you now.” Thoth said, motioning with his right hand in the appropriate ancient sign language of his people for the words, an unnecessary leftover vestige of his kind’s evolutionary path. Though in actuality, this communication was done only through a series of emotions and imagery, as the primitive man had only a very rudimentary understanding of language. 

Even anesthetized, the primitive man was overwhelmed. Thoth had only briefly opened his energy up to the man, still, the man had started to weep, and fell to his knees.

Thoth was slightly disappointed, but he hid it expertly. “Rise Enoch. You need not kneel to any creature, nor should you.”

The primitive man looked up at Thoth, eyes still watering. Then he looked back to the ground. Thoth could tell he was trying to make sense of it all. ‘Enoch?’ the primitive man asked in his mind.

Thoth smiled. “Yes. You are Enoch, this is your name. A way to identify you, to distinguish you from other men easily. If you like it anyway.”

The primitive man rose to his feet. He seemed to comprehend this idea of a name, and it had a sobering effect on him. “Eloch.” the primitive man tested it on his thick tongue.

Thoth’s heart warmed. “Very good. In time it will get easier.”

Enoch examined Thoth for a moment. ‘Why did you bring me here?’ he thought.

“Today is a very important day for you Enoch. I have brought you here to make a choice.”

‘Choice?’ Enoch thought.

“Yes. The choice you make here today, in this moment, could alter the course of the entire tribe.” Thoth had really said “space/time continuum multiverse reality”, but the transmission of a message could only be interpreted by the receiver using things they understood, so Enoch had comprehended it as tribe.

Enoch only blinked. ‘I don’t understand. My tribe is gone. What can I do?’

“Those men who brought you here. They are a part of your tribe. And so Enoch, am I.” Thoth said with a mischievous smile.