Eridu
The Obeid people's language was very primitive.
This ancient language posed no obstacle to Imperial Guard Hammurabi. The golden, resplendent transhuman did not even need a translator to write and speak it fluently. Captain Miller watched as Imperial Guard Hammurabi traded supplies from the caravan for all the tribe's surplus grain, which should have been used for brewing, then continued onward without hesitation. The southwest monsoon swept across the damp, fertile plain and surging rivers, carrying tiny grass seeds and moisture toward distant low hills. Captain Miller sat on the caravan's shaft. Though he had accepted his circumstances, he still found himself intoxicated when the breeze from more than six thousand years before Christ washed over him.
After nearly two days of travel, they finally caught up with the Emperor's convoy with the children in tow. Though initially frightened, the children gradually brightened as they were captivated by the scenery along the way. They rarely had the chance to leave their villages and see the outside world. Now they could even watch the Imperial Guard hunt lions up close. The power of the "angels" branded reverence into their souls, along with a much deeper awe toward their sole guardian, the "High Priest."
Captain Miller did not see the Emperor. Though he knew the Emperor was within the convoy—the blazing fire of the Emperor's soul still shone brilliantly beneath the darkening sky—neither he nor the Emperor had any desire to meet again. What he had experienced before was too supernatural, and there was much he needed to process alone. The Emperor also seemed to believe that he did not need to know more. Even after enduring the horrors of the Event Horizon, he still could not fully accept the Emperor's ideas and plans for humanity's future. The Emperor had told