Sounds wonderful doesn't it?
The simple life of the hunter-gatherer, awakening at dawn each morning, having a healthy breakfast of a handful of berries and a beaker of nearly pure water.
Stepping out of your crude shelter, stretching, scratching your lice and picking up your flint spear.
Looking at your campfire.
"Carbon Emissions!" you cry.
"Eh?" says Grok.
"Put it out at once, it's making the world hotter!"
Grok looks at Urak and makes a circular motion of his forefinger around his temple.
And we all laugh.