After traveling for hours under the extremely beautiful and colorful shallow depths of the Mediterranean Sea, Emily finally fell asleep.
She was not a robot. Though the calm and peaceful sight of the undersea was undoubtedly beautiful when no war was being fought, looking and admiring it for hours would still bore anyone.
The exotic car’s mini-submarine configuration made use of some middle-grade compression devices, so the inside of the sub was fairly large, enough to occupy a large main control area and a room.
After she went inside to sleep, Clark stood up, going to the sub’s control panel as he finally decided to check their direction and do something he badly wanted to do.
After giving a voice command, virtual screens flickered before hovering before him from the control panel, lining up like a well-disciplined battalion of soldiers.