“Skull stacking! Come on, Mr. Cthulhu. Really? Do you think that’s what gods do today? These are interstellar times we’ve got here. Space travel, time travel. What we need on Nano is what I like to call an Old Testament god. Strict, sure. Vengeful, fantastic. But indiscriminate eating of young? Those days are gone.” “Shows what you know,” muttered Cthulhu, crossing his legs. Hillman tapped the résumé. “I have something highlighted here. Under current status it reads, ‘dead but dreaming.’ Could you elaborate on that? Are you dead, sir?”
