"You Atlanteans are no different," Russell said with a shrug.
"Go back far enough, and before Atlantis sank beneath the sea, its people were no different from humans on land. Since we all have the X-Factor, there's no need to keep your technology hidden."
Namor turned toward Wong's throne but did not sit. He paced a couple of steps in front of it, his back to Russell.
"Atlantis does have the technology: deep-sea power systems, water purification and recycling, biological nanorepair... If we made it public,
the energy supply of coastal cities around the world could be completely transformed, and coastal pollution could be reduced by more than seventy percent within three to five years."
He stopped abruptly and turned. His dark green eyes fixed on Russell, cold as a deep-sea iceberg.
"But I won't make it public."
Namor clearly had more to say. Russell folded his arms and waited.
Namor raised his right hand and pointed upward.
"Do you know what humans have done to the ocean all these years? They've packed nuclear waste into barrels and dumped it on the seabed, deafened whales with sonar, filled fish gills with plastic fragments, and poured chemicals into ocean currents.
The area of dead zones in coastal waters grows by nearly ten percent every year. Over the past thirty years, deep-sea food webs have been damaged to the brink of collapse."
His voice grew heavy. "About fifty years ago, pods of blue whales still passed through Atlantis's outer territories. In the first half of this year, fewer than three hundred were recorded across the entire Atlantic.
Three hundred. Do you know what that means? Life in the sea is disappearing in droves, and it won't come back."
Namor stepped up to Russell. The blue glow of jellyfish drifted through the water