RT6 gazed into the distance through the "Emperor's" artificial eye, and like the people of Atlantis who survived the catastrophe, she became confused.
If she hadn't remembered incorrectly, the great war was upon them, and RT4's troops had been ready from the start for the possibility that the kingdom might once again be submerged by the sea.
This was war.
Death and destruction were inevitable, but the approach of the mysterious Father God, spoken of by Diago, had dispelled all tension. For him, causing Atlantis to resurface was a trivial matter. All he asked for in return was for the "Emperor" to bring him some special products from the port the next time he passed through District Seventeen.
Perhaps...
To those beings occupying higher levels of existence, warfare might be no different from playing chess on a board or an electronic game.
