​     When Adam regained "consciousness", whatever that meant in the Domitikan universe, he found himself in an armchair.

      An ​armchair.

​     An armchair in a den. He saw books on a bookshelf and a fire in the fireplace. He was dressed in a robe, pajamas, slippers. He held a pipe.

​     "Okay, this is obviously some sort of illusion," Adam said. "You want to show yourself now, whoever you are?"

​     "We felt this would be the best way to approach you," an elderly man replied. He sat in another armchair across from Adam. He looked the exact opposite of fierce, so Adam assumed he was one of the most powerful and vicious of the god-like entities that dwelled in Domitika.

     "You don't belong here," the old man said.

​     "This is my only chance to fulfill the Adam Mission in my own universe."

     "Then you will fail."

     "Until that time..."

​     "That thing you aligned yourself with..."

     "That..."

     "You just left its protective zone."

     "It's...You're talking about Adama."

     "It is evil personified."

​     "She's having my child."

​     "She's..."

​     The den, the elderly man, Adam's armchair and pipe, they all dissolved.

​     Adam found himself in free floating chaos.

​     Where am I? he thought, then realized what a stupid question that was. In Domitika, there was no where, no where and no when. It was all nothing but a dream. His next question to himself was even more absurd: ​Am I? If I am, if I exist in Domitika, then where is my body? Do I even have a body, and, if I don't, then what am I using to think with right now?

​     "Get up," Adama said. "We've got to get out of here."

​     Adam found that, in fact, he could stand up.

​     He looked down at himself.

     He had his body back, his favorite body, his human body.

​     "Where are we going?" he asked.

​     "Back to my battle cruiser."

     "You've grown."

​     She now looked about four months pregnant.

     A beam as black as oil dropped from the starless sky to hit the floor they stood on.

     "Step into the beam," Adama said.     

​     "And..."

​     "Step into the beam, and it will take you back to my cruiser, back to my safe zone."

​     "Boy or girl?"

​     Adama smiled in reply.

     "You know, don't you?"

​     Again with the smile.

​     "No one can be sure of anything in this universe," she replied. 

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