The Atlantropa Articles. Cody Franklin

      “It’s fine, Ulric,” I insist, attempting to downplay the entire thing. It wasn’t that big of a deal. I knew that Ulric would have a fit over the law being broken; however, I wanted to know when this disc was created…and also…you know…whiskey. He looks at me strangely, but composes himself and turns back to the group.

      “Can I see the disc at least?” Ulric asks, his mannerisms laced with begrudging annoyance.

      “Of course!” Keller accepts, opening up the hatch on the box yet again. He reaches inside and pulls out the black disc with a small hole in the center. Keller bends over the fire and places the disc in Ulric’s hands. Ulric examines it as if he was scanning over a book, feeling the circular ridge lines and touching its glossy, smooth surface.