Modern Scientist vs Ice Age

[0:00]Could a modern scientist survive in the Ice Age? Day one, you wake up on ice. No tools, no fire, nothing. A tribe nearby has been rubbing sticks since dawn. You pick up a chunk of clear ice, carve it until it curves. Hold it to the sun, the light focuses to a single point, the bark catches fire. One tribesman drops to his knees. Day three, you dig a hole in the mammoth trail, cover it with snow. The ground shakes, the biggest animal on earth disappears into the ground. Enough meat for the month, enough bone to frame an entire shelter. Someone curls up against the mammoth to stay warm. Nobody stops him. Day five, a man in heavy furs wanders into camp, asks if fire is your power. What are you without it? It's Socrates. You hand him two sticks and wish him luck. Day seven, smoke rises across the valley. A second tribe appears on the ridge. They find walls, meat hanging from mammoth rib ceilings. They don't attack. They ask to stay. You didn't bring the future. You carved it out of ice.