[ WP ] An immortal man , trapped in a tomb for hundreds of years , awakes to a future when science had given his descendants superpowers

Sandstone serpents wound their red bodies up and down the columns of the temple. Julbert followed Antoine into the dark mouth of the temple, tasting the dust and the stale, ancient air. 
 
 Water dripped through cracks in the sandstone walls, draining into rectangular pools that were stained green with age and light-loathing algae. Julbert's lights bounced wildly off the walls, revealing painted figures of old men and women, stooped over their canes or lying on their beds with their eyes closed and mouths hanging open. 
 
 A great stone blocked their passage to the throat of the temple. The stone was as tall as a man, and carved into a smooth disc. 
 
 `` Shall we break it, or move it?'' Antoine asked, resting his hand against the cool sandstone wall. 
 
 `` How much do you think it ways?'' 
 
 `` Oh, I'd say at least one ton. Perhaps two.'' 
 
 `` Let's just move it, then.'' 
 
 Julbert positioned himself on the right side of the disc, crouching so Antoine could fit above him. Together, the two amateur delvers grunted and pushed against the disc. Stone ground against stone, and the disc wheeled to the side to reveal another deep, dark passage. 
 
 `` Well done,'' Antoine said, slapping Julbert on the shoulder, `` With any luck-'' 
 
 `` **AT LAST, **'' a voice boomed out from the darkness. 
 
 `` Did you say something?'' Julbert asked. 
 
 `` No.'' 
 
 Antoine and Julbert peered down the dark passage. They looked at each other. They looked back to the passage. 
 
 `` **YOU HAVE COME TO WORSHIP. **'' 
 
 Antoine cupped a hand to his mouth, and projected his voice down the passage, `` Yes, excuse me. Worship what?'' 
 
 `` **ME, OF COURSE. **'' 
 
 `` And who, exactly, are you?'' 
 
 Jets of fire shot out from the darkness, and a hundred torches burst into flames with a series *fwoompfs*. Julbert and Antoine watched as the fires illuminated the chamber, littered with fine jewels and gold and the threadbare remains of expensive clothes. 
 
 In the center of the chamber, a bald man sat on a dais, raised several feet off the ground. The man opened his black-painted eyelids as slowly as the rising sun. 
 
 `` **I AM YOUR GOD. **'' 
 
 His scalp was laced with intricate tattoos, formed into the shape of a crown. 
 
 `` **YOU MAY APPROACH, AND WORSHIP AT MY FEET. **'' 
 
 `` Why does he want us to to worship his feet?'' 
 
 `` I do n't know. He looks like he's been here a while, perhaps he's confused.'' 
 
 `` Oh, my grandfather was confused, too. He had Alzheimers.'' 
 
 `` They did n't cure him?'' 
 
 `` Of course! He's alright n-'' 
 
 `` **I AM NOT CONFUSED. I AM YOUR GOD AND YOU ARE IN AWE OF ME. **'' 
 
 Antoine and Julbert looked back at the raised dais, their faces alight with curiosity. 
 
 `` Excuse me,'' Antoine lifted a finger, `` Might I ask, how long have you been down here?'' 
 
 The bald God permitted a smile to cross his face. He nodded at Antoine, `` **AT LAST. YOU RECOGNIZE MY GREAT POWER. YOU HAVE HEARD MY LEGEND, AND COME TO WORSHIP-**'' 
 
 `` Legend?'' Julbert echoed. 
 
 `` **YOU MEAN YOU DO NOT KNOW? **'' 
 
 Julbert shuffled his feet. Antoine put a hand to his mouth, and coughed. 
 
 `` **BUT MY LEGEND- IT WAS PASSED DOWN, FROM GENERATION TO GENERATION. **'' 
 
 The bald God put his hands on his knees, and leaned forward over his crossed-legs. Julbert and Antoine looked at each other. 
 
 `` **I SEALED MYSELF IN THIS TOMB, FIVE HUNDRED YEARS PAST. NOW, I RETURN TO RULE YOUR MORTAL WORLD. **'' 
 
 `` To rule?'' 
 
 `` **YES. **'' 
 
 Julbert turned to Antoine, and spoke with a low voice, `` Are the translators broken? My ear piece seems fine, but you can never tell with these things.'' 
 
 `` No, I think they're working,'' Antoine whispered back, `` I think he's just confused.'' 
 
 `` **FOOLS! I AM *NOT* CONFUSED. I AM YOUR GOD! YOU QUAKE BEFORE MY IMMORTALITY. ***'' 
 
 `` Ohhh!'' Julbert gave Antoine a knowing nod. 
 
 `` Ah, of course,'' Antoine nodded back. 
 
 `` Excuse me, sir, how long did you say you were in this tomb?'' 
 
 `` FIVE *HUNDRED* YEARS. WHILE YOUR PATHETIC MORTAL CIVILIZATIONS HAVE RISEN AND FALLEN, I HAVE MERELY SLUMBERED.'' 
 
 `` Well, as it happens, I am two hundred and seven. And Julbert over here, he just celebrated his two hundred and fiftieth.'' 
 
 `` It was really quite a party. We went deep sea diving,'' Julbert closed his eyes, and smiled. 
 
 `` Yes, it was,'' Antoine patted Julbert's shoulder. 
 
 `` Next year, we're going to Venus.'' 
 
 `` **TWO... HUNDRED... WAIT. ARE *YOU* IMMORTAL? **'' 
 
 `` Yes, of course.'' 
 
 `` **And... and you, too? **'' The strength was waned from the bald God's voice. 
 
 `` Afraid so.'' 
 
 `` **So... is EVERYONE immortal? **'' 
 
 Julbert and Antoine's heads bobbed simultaneously. 
 
 `` **AH. **'' 
 
 The bald God let out a rushing sigh, billowing up clouds of dust in the torchlight. 
 
 `` **WELL, COULD YOU HELP ME STAND UP? I'VE BEEN SITTING FOR A VERY LONG TIME. **''
