Kreese and the Ocean God
When I was a boy, not much younger than shall we say nine my grandfather told of a world that he had to leave behind, a Mazzaken world. A world of fine works and sophistication hidden in a place that he doesn’t quite remember how to get to. Men at birth he would say were at least 15lbs, women 10lbs. People in those times he said would grow to be eight and nine feet tall – “Really damn big”, he would say with me on his lap even as young as nine. He spoke of floating cities that shimmered in the light of the sun suspended in the clouds. These huge marvels were powered by nuclear reactors far beyond our current understandings of Aerodynamics here on Earth.
