It is a post-apocalyptic world. Our rebel forces are camped out in the old lecture hall in the fourth district. Everything is walled to protect us from the war still going on. There are hundreds spaced about all working on one project or another. There is fear sketched into all of their faces but determination is breaking through.
I walk into my makeshift office. The far wall is shattered now being only made of half of what was there. The other half is sheet metal ad reinforced steel. My generals are standing over the map.
"Where will you go sir?" one asks me.
"I will go wherever I can trying to find any person or thing that can help us in our war" I reply.
"But sir, the ocean itself has turned against us"
"Not to worry; I have devised a system that will keep us safe from the cold hands of the sea"
"Sir?"
"My ship as you know has the ability to create a bubble of atmosphere around the ship that keeps us living and keep the ocean from flowing in-"
"But sir that was made when the ocean wasn't alive...many ships have been sunk because the ocean has forced itself past the Atmo-Shield"
"Exactly, but I have devised the Garlic-Atmo-Shield; it is another slimmer bubble around the atmo-shield that repels the living portion of the sea"
"Sir! That is brilliant!"
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