In the Days of King Aris

Aris was not used to being anything other than the center of attention. Being the King meant he was usually the most important person in any room but today he had been bustled into a corner with a glass of wine

Men and women in white coats sat around the control room reading dials and making notes on clipboards. Communication was being carried on in calm low murmurs. When Aris did catch a few words he heard a mix of scientific terms and acronyms that left him no wiser. But that was all right; he did not need to know how things worked. It was enough to know that it did and that the scientists had developed a cheap, clean power source that would put his kingdom ahead of its neighbors by decades, perhaps even centuries. After all, those guys were still playing around with bronze.

He was glad to take the opportunity to put the finishing touches to his speech. He would have to make a suitably portentous speech at the opening of the new power station. Stuff about history, no, epochs being made (that was good, he'd definitely put that in,) er, new bright futures, progress, security, blah blah blah!

But what he really wanted to say was brief: "Nuclear power. This will really put Atlantis on the map!"