The First Eternity of Monkeyland.

An infinite subset of the monkeys ignore the typewriters altogether, banding together in endless arrangements of hunter-gatherer proto-tribes, their social strata based on a boundless number of criteria.

As the first pangs of hunger set in, the (infinite) monkeys who chose to remain outside of these groups are overwhelmed, beaten to death with their own typewriters, flesh torn from steaming bone and devoured by starving simian mouths. Though there is technically an infinite number of these easy pickings, the distance between them becomes impassable, and an alternative must be found.

An infinite number of monkeys, unable to cope, die of starvation.

The limitless tribes take up to warring against one another, amidst the endless plane of forgotten iron husks, dried bone and blood. They stalk each other through graveyards, hunting in packs. They clamor over tumuli of typewriters, an infinite number of monkeys crushed below defensive mechanical cairns.

Decades pass, then, centuries. The tribes that survive fall into set patterns, institutionalized autocannibalism, nomadism. Their bodies adapt to this anemic environment, their limbs elongate, their brains shrink. They crawl along like spiders, navigating the treacherous typewriter-ridden terrain.

The works of Shakespeare remain unwritten.