The long silence in the conference room was broken by a scientist's question. "...Sir, do you really believe there are gods in this world?"
It was actually a very stupid question at a time like this.
Most of the people in the room still believed that there were no gods in this world. The so-called pyramids and the contents recorded in those prehistoric ruins were all records of the Alien Civilization made by humanity—
Yes, a considerable number of them still believed that the pyramids on the moon, or the ruins in more distant reaches of space, were the creations of aliens.
That had nothing to do with gods.
Compared to believing that gods truly existed in this world, accepting the concept of aliens was easier—and more scientific.
The Chief Theologian knew that he could not persuade these materialists to switch sides with such a simple approach. "Perhaps we can put it another way. Gods are an extraterrestrial civilization whose level of development far surpasses that of humanity. Would that be easier to understand?"
When he put it that way, everyone froze for a moment. But they soon realized that this explanation had far more appeal than directly claiming that gods existed. "Their civilization is more advanced, perhaps even existing on a higher dimension, giving the Alien Civilization abilities far beyond humanity's impoverished imagination."
"They may be able to manipulate the fundamental forces of the universe with nothing more than their physical abilities. Or perhaps they can use their powerful life force fields to create images. All of that is possible."
"When cold weapons encounter modern weapons, we are gods to those primitive tribes!"
The scientists who had initially been somewhat resistant to the Chief Theologian suddenly felt much less opposed. They could even accept his ideas and explanations.
"So