1st January – 4000bc
I am Napoleon Bonaparte. I am French. I am 30, and I am destined to rule the French people. It is 4000bc.
I shake my head, and look around. 101 people are standing on this patch of grass, looking around nervously. We have no idea what's going on. No one does.
Why are we here? Was there a beginning to this? How did everyone appear, out of thin air almost, in the exact same time with the exact same knowledge? If I am 30, then I must have been born 30 years ago! This makes no sense!
I stare at someone as they say "Lord Napoleon".
"Why are you calling me Lord? And how do you know my name?" I ask, staring at the person, dressed in a used rag. I seem pristine compared to him, in my light blue uniform.
"Well, I-I don't know, exactly… but you are our ruler, and we know that." The young man says. He is holding a club. In fact, 50 of our group are holding a club. The other 50 begin to call them 'Warriors'. The so called Warriors call the others 'Settlers'. They are equipped with basic supplies, such as food, and building materials.
The cold breeze reminds me that our current position is very vulnerable. I call for order, shouting over the confused cries of the people.
"Greetings everyone. We are all confused. All clueless of what has happened. We all have the same information as each other, and we can all understand what the other says. I am destined to be your leader. Do not ask me how I know this." I say, looking at the crowd. Some children begin to shiver.
"Let us build a settlement. Let us protect each other. Let us live our lives as they were meant to be lived." I say, with a louder tone. Everyone nods in agreement, and I can almost see the inspiration in some of their eyes.
"Any ideas on what we should call it?" I shout out, and 4 people, all dressed similarly to me, walk towards me.
"Greetings, Lord Bonaparte. Just like you, we have been told that we have a specific duty in life." A woman says, dressed in a regal red dress.
"We are your advisors. We will help you along the way." A man says, dressed in the same way as the warriors.
I nod towards them, and then look back to the crowd.
"I have an idea for the settlement name. What about, Paris." I say, looking at the crowd eagerly. They all clap, fond of the new name. I smile, and say to the settlers, "Let's begin."