"... an alien Odin, then. Well."

It's hard to know what to think about that, then. Frankly, the puzzle of how and what Ava knows what she knows is a little more arresting, if perhaps ultimately inconsequential. "You mean, there's some version of myself that has not, as I am told, died, and is continuing to live in London and write? Hm. I'm not sure I understand how that is meant to work."

There is only very little science fiction in his time.