My first entry was describing how mankind has played God too long with genetically modified crops which have since then turned back on their creators, forcing humanity to flee from its civilisations and escaping to the safety of true nature, but safe for how long . . . ?
The second has a pretty different feel but I couldn't resist the pun! When thinking how could one man possibly decide the fate of existence I was struck with the answer, who knows!But then wait! Who knows . . . ? Hugh knows! The task cannot fall onto any less worthy than Hugh Fearnley Whittingstall himself.
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