Atlantis - Underwater City

"They are fighting over the moon now?" Altea, the Chief Atlantean, asked in dismay.

"It looks that way," her assistant responded.

Altea was silent for a moment. Then, she smiled. "Well, at least they aren't looking down here anymore. We might be able to station the city for a while. We were having to move it quite often."

"Yes ma'am," the assistant acknowledged the Chief. "But, there is another concern."

Altea frowned. She didn't like bad news, and the land dwellers had secretly been giving the Atlanteans bad news for almost 150 years since the time of the war they called World War One.

Before that time, they hadn't even flinched at what was happening above the water. For several thousand years they had been able to live in seclusion. The last known contact was during the time of the ancient Egyptians. The Atlanteans had helped the Egyptians build the pyramids, and they had helped the Druids build Stonehenge. Since then, though ... nothing. Happily so.

"What is it?"

"The land nation known as Asia has built a new engine."

"So, land dwellers are always coming up with new things."

"They used this engine to get to the moon in 12 hours."

Altea was about to say, "So, we could get there in an hour." But, that wasn't the point. What the last several hundred years had told the Atlanteans is that human ingenuity can bring about fast changes.

She knew that was true, for it had happened before. The ancient Atlanteans were human just like everyone else. But, their technology exploded. When they tried to share it, everyone turned against them. Would it happen again? Not while she was alive.

"What do you want me to do?" the assistant asked.

"Gather more information," the Chieft replied. "We may need to take action for the first time in two millennia."

The End

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