Narrator: The Credomaran interior is illuminated by a giant tube of plasma.
Narrator: It runs nearly sixty thousand meters, the entire length of the cityscape.
Narrator: The cycle of day and night is provided by a gradual dimming of the tube.
Narrator: This is not that.
Narrator: This is the shadow of a giant cargo ship. . .
Narrator: . . . hijacked by the Longshoreman Of The Apocalypse.
Lota: I am the king of the world!