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

BUILDING 52
 
—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...