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a small sea to the north. If you want more detailed
observations, we need to go down there, sir.”
    “Commander, would you, two security guards,
and a historian, please go down to the surface and scout out what’s
going on down there.” ordered the Captain.
    An hour later, the Terran away team had
landed the shuttle far enough away from any human settlements so
they wouldn’t be discovered by anyone. In the distance, the
scouting party saw pyramid-like shapes and a hive of human
activity, since this was mostly a flat desert environment. Upon
closer inspection thirty minutes later, they saw humans building a
pyramid, and there were two other huge pyramids in the area already
built, along with something being worked on that appeared to be
half man and half lion. The Terrans approached a few humans who
looked like they were in charge to find out what was going on.
Commander Lomanco approached a man on a wheeled vehicle that
utilized horses, and said, “Excuse us; we’re travelers from far
away. What is happening here?”
    “Greeting strangers, welcome to Egypt. What
you see is our slaves building a monument to our pharaoh, or what
you may call a king. These pyramids will be our pharaohs’ resting
place until he leaves his body and goes to his next life. These
slaves have built other pyramids and a sphinx, which is also being
built, for other pharaohs, and they will continue to do so until
the end of time.”
    “You wouldn’t consider releasing them to go
back to their own land?” asked the historian.
    “Land?! They have no land. Their ancestors
freely joined Egypt and now, many generations later, we have
dominion over them. Some of them claim that their God will send
them someone to rescue them and send them home. Well, after three
hundred years, we have yet to see any God rescue them,” mocked the
Egyptian.
    “What of your enemies, couldn’t they exploit
any displeasure these slaves have with your leadership?” asked
Lomanco.
    “Our enemies fight amongst themselves, the
strongest one being the Athenians across the Mediterranean Sea.
They’re fighting the Trojans, Spartans, and Phoenicians; they have
no time to deal with our slave problem or us. Do you plan on
challenging our Pharaoh?”
    “No, we don’t want to challenge your rule or
the power of your Pharaoh. I do have a question for you; do you
remember a man named Noah and a great flood that would have
happened a thousand years ago?”
    “A man named Noah and a great flood? No,
can’t say that I have. Is it important to the Pharaoh and Egypt to
know of this Noah?”
    “No, it’s not that important. May we ask your
slaves if they have heard of this man and the flood?” asked
Lomanco.
    The Egyptian foreman gave the Terrans
permission to ask some slaves about their question, but said that
the slaves were probably much too stupid to answer the question.
The Terran scouts found a group of slaves who were mixing mud and
straw together to make bricks, so they were asked about Noah. One
of them replied, “Yes, we have heard of him, which was many, many
generations ago. God promised never to flood the Earth again, so
rainbows appear after every rainstorm. Have the Egyptian oppressors
told you that we are here freely?”
    “Yes, they did tell us that. Are you
disputing what they’re saying?”
    “Long ago, Joseph, son of Jacob,
great-grandson of our patriarch Abraham, was sent here because a
great plague was to occur. His brothers had betrayed him and sold
Joseph as a slave to a passing merchant caravan, where he ended up
as a slave serving one of the Pharaoh’s men. So God had Joseph rise
to power by interpreting the dreams of some of the powers that be,
they gave him some power over small things, and eventually ended up
as ruler over these lands so that he could control all of the food
in the region and no one would starve. His family, thinking Joseph
was dead, comes to him for food on a very long journey, he
eventually reveals who he is, and they