"Wh... Where am I?" Michael said as he opened his bloodshot eyes. "You poor, fragile man." a woman said. He looked at her, she was blurry at first then he made out a young red-haired woman laying next to him. He saw her in one of the council seat... The Chief Scientist or something like that. She touched his scruffy face. "Ow!" She said. "Why do you have so much hair on your face? That is so... Animal-like."

Michael's stomach growled "I'm starving to death. For god's sake, give me food. Anything!" He begged. She reached for a small pouch and took out two pills. "You'll probably need three in your sorry state." she gave them to him. He crushed them with his hand and threw them across the room. "Would you be at least decent enough not to laugh at my expense?! I am dying dammit, don't you Atlanteans have any human feeling??"

She sighed. "Look, these are rashes. They contain a perfectly balanced chemical compound that your body uses to replenish itself of chemicals and Amino-acids, and of course the Alpharatium compound." "So if I eat that, my hunger will go away...?" Michael asked, he was so hungry he'd eat them regardless.

"Hunger is just a signal from your brain that your body is missing a certain amount of vitamins or minerals, three of these should be enough to restore yourself for the next several hours, you'll probably need another later, but this should do you well for now." She gave him three more pills and he placed them in his mouth. "Chew on it." She said. He bit on the pills and they felt soft, like marshmallows, although the pills looked pretty solid. They also tasted oddly familiar.
Michael: "Tastes like bread... Sweet bread." She nodded: "I thought humans from... What you call it, Urth? I thought you had something similair, passed down from your priest scientists." He shook his head: "Priests and scientists are different things in our culture." He said with a nod. He sat down as he started to feel better, the hunger pangs started to go away quickly. Michael: "Fast acting, odd."

She smiled: "The Alpharatium gets dissolved in your tongue and on its way to your stomach, your brain recognizes the distinct structure of the zero-state molecules, so it gives it priority on repairing your body's cells. Anyway you wouldn't want the stuff in your stomach, you don't want the gold to form and die of heavy metal poisoning." He quirked an eyebrow at her: "Gold? There's gold in these pills?" She shook her head: "No, not gold actually. Primeval gold, the state that gold is originally in its zero, orbitally re-arranged molecular state. Along with other zero-state molecules that heal your body and so forth."

Michael shook his head: "You're not making any sense... Miss..." "Aeanda. My name is Aeanda." She smiled. "I can't believe you Urthearners haven't discovered zero state gold, especially since we learnt about it from the ancient peoples of Urth, the Aegyptians."

"You mean Ancient Egyptians? They knew the secret of White Gold*?" Aeanda nodded. "According to the stories, Prometheus gave the secret to a tribe of humans. They later came to found the land of Aegypt." "Yes, I've heard the story. Prometheus gave humans the secret of fire." Michael nodded. Aeanda shook her head: "No, not fire. You must've mistranslated. He gave them the secret of brimstone, that's what they originally called it, the Fire Stone. It was red because of the gold and iron mixed in the rock, very similair to the Copper-Gold-Iron metal of Orichalcum that "Poseidon" had gifted King Atlas."
Michael nodded, rubbing his scruff and wished he had a razor somewhere: "Interesting."
Aeanda: "Prometheus taught these humans how to extract the gold then chemically transform it into its zero-state and ingest it."
Michael: "Hmm.. Sounds a bit like Exodus 32:20."
Aeanda: "What?"
Michael shook his head: "Never mind, long story."
Aeanda continued: "The zero-state gold, or what we call Alpharatium, forms superconducting connections between each DNA strand, therefore repairing (by resonance) each cell that is represented in the human body. Thus healing every form of disease by empowering the immune system and rejuvenating malign or cancerous cells, slow down aging and hence..." "..Immortality!" Michael gasped. Aeanda nodded. Michael shook his head: "That can't be. It's impossible!" She smiled as she looked at his arm and face. "Touch your face and your arms and find the wounds that were there a few minutes ago." Michael looked at his arm and touched his face, sure enough, the wounds were gone. He looked at his stomach and tried to find the scar he had from his Appendectomy, and couldn't find it. "And if it is any consolation, I'm three hundred and fifteen years old." She said that with a smile, "And I'm considered middle-aged".
Michael laughed: "This is unbelievable. But why didn't we discover this so-called secret yet? When you guys have had it for what, thousands of years now?" She nodded: "All we know is that the humans who got the knowledge became worshippers of this superior-being Prometheus. He was the first so-called "God" that humans truly respected in the era of the Titans. They worshipped him in a sense that they worked for his honor. We don't know whether the knowledge became widespread, but we do know that the priestly class remained and was passed on from generation to generation for at least the next few thousand years, it's hard to imagine that the knowledge would simply VANISH from the face of the earth."
Michael shook his head: "Unbelievable. Wait till I go back to earth. I will tell the whole world!"

"Ah. Speaking of that, Michael." She stood up and called up a floating screen. She typed something in a strange encoded language and it revealed a schematic drawing of some sort. "Hmm... English, let's see... What about numbers, what does your culture use for numerals? Latin? Phoenician? I can't find any English numerals and Latin is too primitive." Michael laughed: "You can't find any because there aren't any English numerals; we use Arabic ones, it's base ten." She smiled as she typed something on her screen: "Base ten? Why, so you can count with your fingers?" Michael laughed: "Yup, you got it."
She sighed: "I'm sorry, I can't find anything of the sort in our database. Are you comfortable with greek letters then? Each letter of twenty five will represent a number in a system of base 25 rather than your usual base I/V/X/M/C or base ten." Michael thought for a moment: "Might take some getting used to but yeah I think I can manage that." "Wonderful." she said and pressed some more keys and the strange writings on the schema changed into english words and greek "numerals". "Wow." Michael said as he got up and examined the mechanical object's schematic plan. "You'll be feeding over seven hundred megavolts into this... Superconductor?" Aeanda nodded. "Superconductors of course are so conductive that they defy gravity and the very space time that they exist on, if we resonate it to the proper frequency, we can make a gateway from that point to any other point in time and space, in other words..." "A portal to Earth. Genius. But won't that need a super-cooler of some sort for the superconductor?" She looked at him with a puzzled look then nodded: "Oh, I see. My, my. Your culture dissapoints me with its primitiveness, I can't believe you still use absolute zero cooling. Actually, we use zero-state elements like Gold and what you call Rhodium and Iridium. In their zero state, they're superconductors that can operate in room temperature."
Michael shook his head: "Amazing. All this knowledge will have such an impact on our technology. The medicine companies will be impressed with the things they can make for people."
Aeanda looked at him with a frown: "Medicine companies? You don't mean to tell me that people give medicine in RETURN for money?"
Michael shrugged: "Well they do spend millions in researching and stuff, the money pays them back for their efforts."
Aeanda nodded: "Makes sense. Well, one thing's for sure our two societies are fundamentally different. Let's hope things don't back-fire if we merge our two worlds together."
Michael thought for a moment: "Aeanda. Hold on.. I remember that I got here through some sort of blue hole in the ocean. That means there must be one still out there, why don't your people send an expedition to find it??" Aeanda sighed: "Actually, Kaled did, a few years ago, when spatial data showed fluctuations in space-time several hundred kilometers out in the sea towards the east. But every expedition that Kaled sent dissapeared into the ocean, we thought that they fell into this so-called blue-hole until one of the survivors had returned and told a tall but strangely believable tale of a gigantic sea monster... A Leviathan that supposedly guarded the portal."

Michael blinked: "Oh."
Aeanda nodded: "That's why Kaled assigned me to build the portal, and with your help, I will be able to find the last piece of the puzzle.

The actual dimensional coordinates of your home... Your Urth."

Michael shrugged: "How would I know?"
Aeanda: "With your permission, I want to delve into your mind."
Michael: "What makes you think I'll let you do that to me again, after all the torturing you people have done to me?"
Aeanda: "I absolute deplore what Kaled has done to you, it is unorthodox and un-Atlantean-like. Please. I am a prisoner here in VioTech Research... I've been meaning to leave for many decades, but Kaled told me that I can't leave until I finish building the portal. He said something about conquest, I don't understand what he means by that though. Our ultimate conquest was immortality and we've achieved that, what else could he possibly strive for??"
Aeanda stepped closer to Michael. "I've seen some of the images of your past... Your passions for your last wife, before... She passed on... Let me get the information I need so that I can open the doors for you to go to your world and teach people how to abolish disease, and abolish aging, and stop disasters like human death and suffering from happening. Let every human become perfect like we were created to be."

She got her face closer to his and gave him a soft kiss on his lips. He shuddered. Her warm lips against his felt too good to be true. But her words were even more meaningful. Immortality on earth. That would surely bring world peace. The ultimate solution to all of the world's problems. "Alright, I'll let you go into my mind... But what are you looking for?"

Aeanda grabbed Michael's hand and walked him to the chamber's window. They looked outside towards the stars. "Scientists in Atlantis have abolished the primitive thinking that there are alternate dimensions. Rather, they have concluded that everything revolves in a spatial orbit of a specific time and three dimensional space. So an alternate dimension, can only sensibly mean a world either in another part of the universe." She pointed at the stars: "Located by stellar triangulation. Or..." "A different time?" Michael asked. Aeanda nodded. "So the dimension of Atlantis is simply Urth, or another world tens of thousands of eons apart from the time of your world. Because, quite literally, the universe is boundless." "So you mean to say that... Even Heaven can simply be earth, but a million years in the future?" Aeanda nodded: "And hell, by the same ideology would be a world in the past, close to the beginning of time, where everything was in darkness and chaos. And what convinced us even more about this ideology is that the Arcane technology used by the Guide himself, Raziel, when he Guided us to this world is seemingly a set of high-technology metaphysical "divine letters" that are simply scripts that run a set of technological commands from a heavenly mainframe millions of years in the future, and recognized by uploading and downloading data through an instant superconductive data modulation interface. An interface that has the power to modify molecular configurations of the very atoms of nature, formulate apparitions and many other things, and the most amazing thing of all, is that these miracles and magical conjurations strictly follow the rules of science."

Michael nodded. He didn't understand what she had just said, but nodded anyway.

Aeanada continued: "Magic and Miracles. Simply words that connote a primitive culture's naive look into an advanced technology that they cannot fathom. A technology brought forth by so-called angels who are in fact advanced perfect forms of humanity a million years older than us, beings that can simply travel back and forth in time with their whims, made possible by the fact that their bodies are fused with a perfection of spirit, body and psyche. A perfection that is made up of intricately evolved superconductive DNA cells. In essence, an angelic superconductive body that can resonate itself to any frequency and teleport the physical and spiritual body through time and space instantly." Suddenly, the religious heart of Michael woke up and he shook his head and raised a finger at her: "Now you've made me believe all your white gold and immortality and all that but you can't make me believe that angels are an ascended form of us." Aeanda sighed: "No wonder the priestly class of your ancient times kept their secrets; humanity is simply unaccepting to truth. It's like sand, it exists, and it is in infinite abundance, but you can't grasp it in your hands, it simply seeps away in between your fingers and disapears, hoping to be noticed in another time and place with no prejudice. Prometheus deserved his punishment."

Michael sighed: "You have work to do. I say you get to it."
Aeanda smiled. She kissed him again, then prepared to look into his past and gaze into the stars with him, as he did so alone, a long time ago.