The Genius of Genesis. The little Genius of Genesis. Adam's son Daedalus.
Taking the name Daedalus Adamson, the strange boy left home at 13 and
wandered east, thorugh the land of Nod, and farther east, beyond the
hills of the Medes, and even farther east, through the jungly Aryan
valleys filled with warriors & monks, and on even farther east, to the
homes of old Cathay, and even farther east than that — the most east,
indeed, where there simply is no more east. Where he ran out of east and
hauled up, blinking. Indeed, Daedalus found the western east barrier, and
spent a sapient fortnight searching for a portal, window, door, even a
crack! But to no avail.

One day, sitting cross-legged on the beach, meditating, he beheld a boat
being beached on the sand. It was Ut-Napishtim, come for a bag of rice
and to boogie the night away in town. Peckish in the boat, Daedalus ate
some of the green sprigs. He instantly felt better. In fact, he felt like
he might live forever.

The boat washed him ashore 1 mile east of East. On an island with Jesus,
and the most heroic Trojans, and the gods and heroes of Civilizations 3
thru 6...of which we, Civilization-44, haven't the slightest inkling.