What was that supposed to mean?
Lake raised his eyebrows as he listened to Hill and watched the disc swaying in her hand. If he remembered correctly, Wakanda had come into existence because of a meteorite in the movie.
Fine.
This was reality, not a movie.
Movies told stories. Reality followed logic.
That was what Lake thought as he looked at Hill. "Are you sure?"
Hill lowered her head and stroked the two lines of text on the disc in her hand. Then she nodded at Lake. "I'm absolutely sure. Do you know what this means?"
Lake thought for a moment. "It means Wakanda deserves to die even more?"
Wasn't that the truth?
If this disc really belonged to Midgard, then Lake's actions this time weren't an act of robbery. They were a righteous endeavor to reclaim what belonged to him.
Lake wasn't a robber.
But...
Wakanda was a true thief. No wonder. How could a group of Black Africans have quietly developed technology more advanced than the outside world's just by obtaining a metal like Vibranium?
By figuring it out themselves?
Give me a break.
How many Black people were publicly recognized by society, even in the theoretical fields?
But what if Wakanda's proudest advanced technology hadn't been created by them at all? What if they had stolen it from the technology center that had somehow survived without being completely destroyed after Midgard's Great Cataclysm?
Midgard's former technological civilization had been extraordinarily glorious.
That much had already been confirmed.
Listening to Lake, Hill blinked, then shook her head. "No. It means that if we can find the technology center that was lost back then, we might be able to locate those missing members of our race."
Lake looked at Hill's excited face and smiled. "Darling, don't get so worked