Lion, Tiger, Bear | 305 unknown verdigris-looking alloy. Bernie touched a dimpled, crystalline-copper section that looked like a frame of a racing Bugatti. Its astounding something this old has survived, but the dryness of this cavern must have preserved it. I remember that the Aflanteans used copper for their ocean ships, some sort of propulsive force from freshwater and saltwater exchange. Yes, and the deluge of rainwater around 30,000 years ago diluted their earth energy sites, causing problems, added Schafer. The copper-lined seawater ponds. Alice and Bea peered inside. Not much to see in here, its basically empty, said Bea. No seats, no equipment, no cargo, said Alice, looking up to the roof which had large oval holes where glass once existed. On the lower sides were round holes; the entire craft reminded her of her fathers 17th-century silver sugar, an elegant table implement with many small holes in various shapes for the disgorging of scraped loaf sugar. Visibility mustve been excellent. Schafer followed them inside. Whatever was in here dissolved eons ago, nothing left but an empty shell. Everything was built using sacred geometrical patterns. We think most of the ship was made of biodegradable organic material. Astounding technology. Alice asked: Wicker seats perchance? She rummaged. Not bad Drumm, they made excellent aircraft seats. Whats this here? Klemperer noticed a small image hidden under 15,000 years of corrosion and dust on a bulkhead. Symbols. Runes. Odd letters. Graffiti? I wonder…looks like when they escaped to this place, they carved their names here for posterity. He kept wiping, revealing more. Go get a stiff brush and a soapy water bucket with a few drops of mild acid, he ordered. A soldier ran off. We missed this, but how? Schmidt and I fine-combed everything. A most excellent find, Klemp, said Schafer, wiping with his fingers. Ill make an archeologist of you yet, by Buddha. Fingernails were next. The soldier returned. Klemperer scrubbed off millennia of caked dust, corrosion, and grime. After several minutes, the group beheld a hundred or so carved-in names in an unknown alphabet. Each one had a picture of a favorite animal beside it. Oh, how sweet, said Alice. Everyone drew their favorite. Incredible. Actual names from Prediluvian times, said Schafer, scribbling in