Challenge #01531-D070: Danger in an Underground Cavern
This is an [ancient race] construct, and it's a great honour to be murdered by it. We're gonna try and avoid that, anyway. -- RecklessPrudence
"Atlantis is real," breathed Carraway.
"Yes, yes. We have established this. However, that sixty-ton construct is coming our way and it could easily squash us flat with one limb. Run, Carraway."
Carraway was still entranced, even though his feet moved away from the impending threat of the moving machine. "It's so beautiful. And functioning after thousands of years... I'd love to see how it works."
"Later! Survive until it runs down or we find a way to escape, or..."
An Atlantean carriage in good condition despite the passing millennia, crashed into the path ahead of them. The gigantic, Atlantean golem said something, but they said it in the lost language of Atlantean, so neither Carraway nor Kenkiss understood what it said. However, the arrival of a second carriage in the path behind them had made the meaning clearer.
"We activated... an ancient Atlantean... transit system?" murmured Kenkiss.
"Oh look, it has seat belts," said Carraway, already climbing inside.
"Carraway," Kenkiss sighed. "When was the last time I told you that you have the survival instincts of a meringue duck?"
"Yesterday," said Carraway, buckling himself in. "Why?"
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