Meanwhile, in another universe of discourse entirely:
"There!" says Mr. Lancaster. He rolls back the platform. He dusts himself off. He rises. "It’s a perfect Origins Bomb, if I do say so myself."
"Perfection is for God alone," corrects Mrs. Lancaster.
"Oh, Mrs. Lancaster," says Mr. Lancaster, beeping her nose. "You do keep me honest."
"What’s it do?" Iphigenia asks.
"It’s a way to prove Creationism right for once and for all," says Mr. Lancaster. "When I push this button—-"
Here he indicates a large red button labeled "Emergency Proof of Creationism."
"—-everything in the universe that is older than ten thousand years old, and every human who evolved from lower life forms, blows up!"
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