alan and Shaka Zulu greet each other in the center of the concourse. All around, citizens of The Great Divide purposefully move about them.
Look at them, Galan’s words boom even in thought.
Worldly creatures. Traveling to and fro. Going nowhere in particular and deep in conversation about nothing. Mindless.
Shaka Zulu looks around him.
“Tell me, Champion of The Great Divide,” Shaka Zulu begins, “what is to stop these people from rising up against the Conscience? Against you? Against Eidan”?
Galan sneers and takes off his large helmet with the bladed earpieces. “They tried that, before the transformation”.
Yes, Shaka Zulu answers, it was the Order of the Blind that stood against you.
So, it seems you have been studying our history…
Shaka Zulu laughs. His teeth, white as ivory, reflect in the brightness of the two suns when he throws his head back in laughter.
“No. Not studying your history,” he replies, “I am plotting your future.”