Time Travel For Dummies: Techies Proofreading Mythology
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Once a 4-in-1 Arc is commissioned, the garrisons from various species of the confederation of Galactic Empires get to relax after a long and hectic season. There's never been any need to adapt to any new protocols. Until a new God came along on the ride! Funny?
The impossible can be the possible only if you are a God, isn't that what they want you to think? So be it! Unless!! Who's God unless you know! Seriously!
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