Your Fathers, Where Are They? And the Prophets, Do They Live Forever?

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— I did it. You’re really here. An astronaut. Jesus.

— Who’s that?

— You probably have a headache. From the chloroform.

— What? Where am I? Where is this place? Who the fuck are you?

— You don’t recognize me?

— What? No. What is this?

— That? It’s a chain. It’s attached to that post. Don’t pull on it.

— Holy shit. Holy shit.

— I said don’t pull on it. And I have to tell you right away how sorry I am that you’re here under these circumstances.

— Who are you?

— We know each other, Kev. From way back. And I didn’t want to bring you here like this. I mean, I’d rather just grab a beer with you sometime, but you didn’t answer any of my letters and then I saw you were coming through town so— Really, don’t yank on that. You’ll mess up your leg.

— Why the fuck am I here?

— You’re here because I brought you here.

— You did this? You have me chained to a post?

— Isn’t that thing great? I don’t know if you’d call it a post. Whatever it is, it’s incredibly strong. This place came with them. This was a military base, so there are these weird fixtures here and there. That thing you’re chained to can hold ten thousand pounds, and just about every building here has one. Stop pulling on it.

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