GENESIS 500 Before we can say quotGod Is Deadquot we must define just what is meant by the term quotGodquot. For aprimitive people its a simple primitive term—and very real ROBERT F. YOUNG Hunting down a superbeing is like driving in that ancient superchariot race they used to callthe quotIn-dianapolis 500quot. The only time those drivers were really alive was when they were on thetrack. Thats the way it is with us. The only time were really alive is when were on thetrail of an ogre a dragon or a god. —Harry Westwood Starbrook brought the airfarer in on a near-horizontal plane keeping it well below the heightof the taller trees and landing it neatly in a pleas-ant meadow not far from the Mesassouthern edge. Since Y../ did not expect company it was unlikely that the deity would bewatching the skies but Starbrook had learned long ago not to take chances on su-perbeinghunts. It was late in the day but the sun had not yet set and the meadow was golden with late-afternoon sunlight. Starbrook had told the members of the Planet Prepara-tory Team that hecould reach the Mesa before nightfall and he had been right. He made maximum use of thesunlight while it lasted canopying the area with a repulsifield erecting his tent andunloading his provi-sions. He took advantage of the af-terglow to open a self-heating con-tainer of beans and a self-heating container of coffee he ate squatting on his haunches infront of the tent gazing across the meadow to the woodland that lay beyond. By the time he finished eating the last of the light was gone and the darkness was complete.He stood up arid threw the two containers into the tall meadow grass. The face of night waspimpled with stars only one of which he recognized. Even this was not a true star but thesister planet of the one upon which he stood