Konstantin turned his attention back to Yssantis. “What measures did the gods take to ensure the survival of their civilization?”
Yssantis watched how Mara removed glowing coals from the stove and carefully placed them on top of the hookahs. He helped himself to another large mouthful of beer before continuing.
“As I was saying, dear Konstantin, in order to meet the immense demand, the gods had to resort to using planets that were essentially habitable, but whose ecosystems and climatic conditions were unsuitable for cultivating the organisms that had been used so far. Instead, they had to rely on finding planets with indigenous species that would be suitable for harvesting after carrying out some modifications to their DNA. This could only achieved by exploring countless potential planets in the Milky Way. We don’t know whether the gods contemplated using planets in other galaxies too. But considering the crisis began because of their exploration of other galaxies, it seems unlikely.”
Konstantin thought about the effort involved in providing for his own city, even though it was considerably smaller now than it had been in the past.
“It must’ve been a mammoth task to manage that many planets … But tell me, what do you mean by … harvest?”
“Are you familiar with the term ‘Dyson Sphere’?”
“Yes, I’ve heard it before. Doesn’t it have something to do with harnessing energy from stars?”
“Exactly. The gods used a sphere for the harvest, a similar process as is used to harness energy from a star. Two intersecting rings encircle the entire planet and collect all of the available materials. The only condition is that their genetic makeup makes it possible to extract the right amino acids needed for the protein chains. The Angels usually orbit the planet in their own spaceship while this is happening but don’t actually have to be present as the sphere works completely autonomously.”
Konstantin choked on the smoke as he suddenly understood what Yssantis was saying.
“That’s what you meant before, Yssantis? That thing up there in the sky is one of these so-called spheres?”
“Yes. But the Angel that you defeated was transported back up to its spaceship and is now being repaired. You can be sure that it’ll soon make a second appearance. And it will most likely not come alone. The Angels follow a strict hierarchy. The captain of the spaceship, the archangel, commands a unit of Angels. These Angels have no free will of their own but can carry out tasks independently when instructed. We haven’t been able to study the Angels’ hierarchy yet, but it’s probably safe to assume that there are a lot more levels, each assigned different responsibilities within the civilization of the gods.”
“Another good reason to enjoy this tobacco while we can, dear Yssantis. We’re probably not going to be around much longer,” said Konstantin gloomily.
“Don’t write humanity off just yet, Konstantin. The New World Order and the Vril, for example, are building armed defense systems at the moment to protect the large towns from invading Angels. I’ve brought you the plans and you’d be well advised to acquire these weapons too.”
“The New World Order and the Vril have resources that I can only dream of. But I will do whatever I can to set up these defenses - I owe it to the people of Konstantinopol. If I can come up with a plan to bring the Eiffel Tower here, then I should be able to manage this,” laughed Konstantin. “The people here trust me and know that I’ll always do everything I can to ensure their safety. I’m deeply grateful to you for your help!”
Konstantin seemed to have regained some of his confidence, and his eyes sparkled. He was clearly happy to have a reason to search the abandoned outer districts of Konstantinopol and the Mediterranean coast for treasures that could finance the new defense systems.