“Eve”

Temperature drops. The freezing gale penetrated through fur and thick skin. The creature through ages depended on such devices, which its ancestors transformed for it in time. But, no more can it make use of such adaptations to make its self comfortable from this unpredictable circumstance. No more can it make use of its instincts which guided it in a robotic manner.
This creature, now, was almost perfect, with parts which could stretch, and reach, and clench with accuracy. A body upright with only a fraction of which contacts the ground. A head, with eyes and all, above, such that it can view distances, and a brain encased in a bowl like cap, to secure atop.
Then, it will be introduced to a thought, but will not know.
It made itself a home, beneath a rocky mountain, amidst a forest. But it did not use intelligence of any sort for creating such, for it was instinct that built this cavern.
This creature was well evolved, for it lived now at a point where it stopped changing itself, but rather, it changes its abode.
Within its house, irregular and damp, stood its mate, of male likeness. The creature and its mate awaited for the strong winds to cease so that they could continue foraging. But this creature, which was of female likeness, felt a fire within its bosom which spread towards its belly.
It usually feels such a thing, and so it knows, for it happens naturally, this sensation, so as to signal its fertility, and so that it knows what next to do. This feeling, this sensation had always been a part of a cycle, a cycle it had no idea of, a cycle which nature devised to perpetuate this creature, a cycle grand and complex which flowed unimpeded.
But this sensation, it tingled and caressed it in every part, it lingered and grew further. The creature’s heart sped faster, and faster.
With fingertips, it recalled the sensations, and thought of how such wonders could be induced. Unknowingly, the creature chose, to feel this, and so, it knew of pleasure, but it did not understand fully. This pleasure it created violated all of its instincts, all of nature’s plans, the cycle. It was intrigued, and thus rewarded, with this awareness, with its presence.
The creature learned fast its liberties from the shackles of instinct, and yearned to experiment further.
The winds grew harsh. Light was scanty within. The currents of air cut through the stone walls, entering the opening in whirling masses which wheezed at high pitch. It positioned itself on the ground, reclining, with back arched and neck bent sideways. Its hands scanned its primitive body, searching for a spot that would arouse and excite.
The creature’s mate stood alarmed, walked, and came near it almost ape-fashioned, warily.
The creature on the floor, moist and soiled, looked up with a gaze, fixed and certain at its partner, and saw it a tool –a thought this creature longed to prove once more, for it remembered how it felt.
It twisted in a motion similar to that of a serpent’s, until the humid soil touched its belly, its bosom and all. It crawled, with this hunger, lingering in its veins towards its mate.
Now, it thought of the many splendid revelations that had come to its self, and willed to liberate as well this creature of male likeness. To experience pleasure as it wills. To act on its own, to cause an effect that it longs for, for itself.
This creature of female likeness was now neither any creature in that place, at that time, for it now felt, with its mind.