Memories in the City

Meira returned to the city and went immediately to the central chamber where she sat on the floor squarely in the middle of its towering grandeur. Anima came so quickly Meira found herself exploring her memory almost as if it were her own. For a long time the land was green –supported by two major rivers carrying the nutrients down …

Looking for Aquifers

It took less than an hour to find and test the nearest aquifer but sadly it was sour – sour to smell, and sour in appearance. They didn’t taste it. They moved on, drilling quickly and easily in ground free of hard, drill-bit-shattering, material. Each drilling took them further from the city – stretching their resources, increasing their logistical problems …

Raising the Commander

On her return to Qasr-e-qand she found the contents of the portable buildings of the original camp had been brought to Atlantis and there was a cook, one Amil Abu Shousi, who came with all the supporting equipment for a professional kitchen – This despite her protests to the contrary but at least she had avoided an influx of fans, …

Meeting with The Ayatollah

She started well before sunrise without warning the others and was taken by a sentry less than an hour later. As expected the officer in charge of the Republican Guard contingent was an intelligent man who had been briefed as to the importance of her safety. He passed her message to his commander before hosting a modest breakfast and excellent …

Northern India – Fiona, Ayatollah, & President of India

Fiona McMahon knew the man sitting across the table. She had known him since birth. She knew both his mother and father and his many teachers. She had been The Matriarch for two hundred and fifteen years; mother had reigned for four hundred and twenty seven years before that. Her mother knew all the religious and political leaders for twelve …

Meira Wrestles with Communication

She had been wrestling with the problem of communicating much of what was in her head to those who could best use it. Ben and Peter were bright, and they learned fast, but they were only two men. The Internet, with its ever growing stable of media devices, allowed them to make many, useful, disclosures but there was always the …

Returning to Atlantis

“What happened to Marston?” Bill clutched the cushions around his chest as the old Land Rover rattled over the cobblestones. “Gone ‘ome. Can’t ‘ave crowds of people on this project.” “Crowds? He’s one man. One man who saved my life.” “I save your life more times than you know. Best you remember who calls the tune round here.” John was …

Heat & Light in Atlantis

Ben had found the cold room on the third floor just behind the place where they decided to store and prepare their food. The cooking was done overnight in the oven created when the huge reflective doors are closed to retain the heat stored in the obsidian block. They discovered that within many of the walls were large cavities in …

Making Atlantis Work

The work began in the morning, just after sunrise, with Peter and Ben opening the west door of the central chamber at the top of the building. The room was immediately lit with a yellow glow as the polished bronze inner lining bent the light to the black mass of obsidian stood magnificent at the centre of the highest point …

Work to be Done

In the dark, moonless, night Ben and Meira had stood against the cabin. He stooped to peer under, to count the legs and look for a way out. She stood calm, listening and thinking. Ben came upright. “Better they don’t find you.” “Yes,” she agreed. “Can we climb on the roof?” “Yes,” Ben grinned. “Let’s get me up. I can …