New Atlantis
100 meters off the West Coast of the mile high Greek Island
of Santorini and 30 kilometers below the Mediterranean Sea surface lies the underwater
city of New Atlantis. Santorini is the black jewel of the Greek Islands. It is
home to a live volcano and black sand beaches where tourists gather the black smooth
stones resulting from the black lava flow.
New Atlantis is an underwater city of sitting on more
than150000 square meters hosting a quarter of a million inhabitants. It is a
self-contained and self-sustaining ecosystem. Transportation systems convert
the mass of passengers into energy for light speed transfer from origin to
destination. Upon arriving at their destination passengers depart the transportation
system after the reconversion of their energy back to mass is complete. It all happens
so fast, passengers are never aware that it took place.
All services necessary to sustain New Atlantis are
present; a central management system, real time communication systems, spiritual
systems, schools, medical services, entertainment centers, sports, science, and
technology. Everything the citizens need is present without the burden of
political commerce.
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Morning dawns over New Atlantis as sunrise is streamed
into every home to maintain the actual circadian rhythm of citizens. Kai (KI-ee)
and Lunaetz (loo –nates) Zawadi (zoo – WAH – dee) Nuru (noor – DOO) begin to
awaken with the call and coming of the sun. Lunaetz wakes to find Kai looking
at her like he has never been soul nourished in his life.
Lunaetz spoke from her waking up voice to Kai, “I love the
way you look at me when the sun awakens me. It is like you see me with the ravenous
eyes of an ancient hungry wolf. Thank you my love man for the gift of feeling your
primal energy.
Are you ready to stalk the she wolf? She is ready to
play.”
A growl, then a howl was all she heard before they began
to express their fiercely aggressive passionate rage. The sounds of wolf love
fill their underwater home until the savage in both of them has been satisfied.
They gently smile to each other. They are bleeding. It is
time to care for their wounds. They are the privilege of the proof that love
lives and survives time.
They find joy in tending to each other’s wounds. The moment
is tender as if kissing the booboos of small children after they have scraped
their knees.
Love cannot be tamed or restrained. The Zawadi Nurus
would not have it any other way.
Next time – Breakfast
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