"So what does everyone think of this proposition?" says Francois, "That the gods of Olympus were in fact space aliens, advanced humanoids that came to earth to civilize us?"
"It's as good an explanation as the others" say I.
"They were either Nephilim, or they were their angelic progenitors", says Carl.
"Seriously?" says Francois.
"It seems to square with the account in Genesis, Antediluvian."
"Yes, the Great Flood", say I, indifferently.
"How is Erik?" says Carl.
"Tired, but sleeping all day from boredom and jetlag. And scared."
"Understandably", says Francois, "with having to be in quarantine and everything."
"There's more to it than that."
"How do you mean?"
"Remember Lindstrom? From Kenny's diary? He's shacked up with my ex-wife who is legally married to a Turkish guy who has custody of their son. Anyway, Erik is frightened for his safety because they were threatening to have him abducted if he didn't start cooperating with their plans for him. And Erik suspects there is something very strange about Lindstrom, who apparently is well over sixty, but hasn't aged one single day since he was thirty."
"He must have a good cosmetic surgeon", says Carl.
"Evidently, this is all natural."
"Creepier and creepier." He yawns and says, "Feel like reading some more of Karen's book, or are we all too tired at this late hour?"
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