SCENE 1 — Atheus the eggregore of Atheists is visiting Mt. Olympus to speak with Zeus and Crew
Atheus: “What do you mean your real?”
Zeus:” I'm serious, we're really real.”
Atheus: “Yes, we're actually all here. You know that. But how do you know you're here?”
Zeus: “Well, we're here right now because we're talking to you, dude. What do you mean we're here, this is happening.”
Atheus: “Well, if I told you there was a pink unicorn — how do you know it's happening? A pink unicorn you couldn't see.”
Zeus: “What the Olympus are you talking about, man. We’re right here. If a pink unicorn bites your finger off is it real?”
Atheus: “I knew you wouldn't have it in you to keep up an argument.”
Zeus attacks. A flash, a bolt of lightning is hurled across the council chambers. The circle of gods scattered. Ares is hiding behind a burnt piece of furniture. Hera’s hair is in disarray. Hecate has twisted an ankle. Artemis is unperturbed.
Atheus is unfazed. Zeus is getting angrier and angrier, hurling more bolts, all at him. They phase out of existence on contacting his skin. His arms are folded across his chest, a smug little smile across his face.
Atheus, confident now: “The pink unicorn. If I don't believe in you, are you really even there?”
At this, Zeus loses it and summons an earthquake that swallows him and all the other gods whole. Jupiter is reborn.
Atheus alone is left standing, filing his fingernail.