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The sun was reaching zenith. In front of its glorious rays lay a thick cover of darkness. Bearing down on the surface of the water were the tropical rains of southern Cambodia. However none of this mattered to the citizens of Atlantis. Business went on as usual in the city of a thousand colors and none seemed too bothered by the large aquadynamic object moving past above. The structures of yellow, red, blue, green and purple rose above the floor of golden sand and the guardians of this ancient place (heavily armored though quite immobile) directed their spikes toward the surface, forever vigilant, though not today.

In the distance three large biological objects had exited their vehicle and descended into the water, all three making the sound of Darth Vader as they breathed through their plastic tubes – gliding above. They moved towards the center of the city, not attacking but merely observing. The mayor watched in silence as he thought. Attacking could provoke a counter-attack but could he wait for these creatures to make a first move? Finally he decided; he would send a probe to see what reactions it would spark.

The soldier was a fish of superior skills to most creatures of the oceans. He had proved himself in many battles against the hooks and boats of the Fisherman-people. He had been instructed with attacking the thinnest of the creatures, the one 20 centimeters taller than the small one and 20 kg thinner than the other tall one. He was now bolting towards the left fin of the creature. It had just reacted to something on the surface, a stick in the water. ‘Damn, he thought to himself, this makes him more ready for my attack.’ He continued his charge nonetheless and as he got close he grabbed a bite out if its fin and then disappeared as instructed. The creature reacted but made no harm to the city’s structures. Maybe these monsters from above the surface were not here to do harm.

The three musketeers got out of the water with smiles on their lips. ‘Holy shit this was some nice snorkeling’, one shouted to the other. ‘This might be the best snorkeling I’ve done’, he said back, ‘maybe not in terms of the fish but definitely in terms of the coral’. Lunch beckoned and they reluctantly returned to the kayak and paddled back to the beach.