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"Nope," said the angel. "It still looks fifteen, maybe eighteen thousand years old. I mean, twenty, maybe. The Lord God rubbed His forehead. "A FALSE HISTORY, THEN. THE REMAINS OF BEASTS LONG GONE." "In layers," suggested the angel helpfully. "Layer them, so it looks like they've been laid down over like hundreds of millions of years." The angel put one hand on top the other to illustrate the point. "IT SHALL BE--" "Yeah, but give it a good stir. Like, if you push and pull the layers around, you'll really give the impression that a lot's happened. No, you're folding it like laundry--here, let--do you mind? Here, let me--here. Like this. Random, like." God stepped back and put His hand in His pockets. "There! Looks a hundred million if it looks a day, wouldn't you say; Lord?" The angel ran its fingers through its hair. "...VERY WELL. LET CREATION BE DON--" "Oh, but you know would really just nail this--if you did something to some of the atoms where they regularly, like, shed particles, acting like sort of a clock-thing; and then, I don't know, pre-shed them; kind of wind them forward...!" The angel beamed. "I mean... I'm just thinking out loud here, but you could probably get maybe a couple of billion years out of it, if that's what you want." God pursed his lips and sighed through them; then retroactively uncreated Himself, vanishing completely from Existence. The angel stood there for a very long time, considering its situation.
Date Written: April 11, 2006
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