In the race to scale with AI, you need data infrastructure that can match your pace. EverPierre's data storage platform brings all your data into one hub. No silos, no scrambling, just instant access to tame your data chaos. And with EverPierre's storage as a service subscription, your storage and security upgrade automatically with zero downtime, your infrastructure stays current so your business never slows down. Visit Visit EverPeerData.com to learn more today.

With EverPeer, you're not just in the race.

You're built to win it. Welcome to Snewscast, the podcast designed to help you fall asleep. Find us at snoozecast.com and if you enjoy our show, please share us with a friend. This episode is brought to you by a Genie of the Sea. Tonight, we'll read the next part to 20,000 leaks under the sea.

A classic science fiction adventure novel by French writer, Jewel's Verne. In the last episode, Harpooner Nedland expresses his disappointment to Aeronax about their failed escape plan. Aeronax then fills him in about Nemo's treasure-filled bank of shipwrecks at the bottom of the sea. Although land hopes for another chance, they realize that the Nautilus is departing. We will pick up,

where Nemo invites Aaron Axe alone to go with him on an underwater excursion. Let's get cozy. Close your eyes. Relax your body into the softness of your bed.

Now take a few deep breaths. In a few moments, we had put on our diving dresses. They placed on our backs the reservoirs, abundantly filled with air, but no electric lamps were prepared. I called the captain's attention to the fact. They will be useless," he replied. I thought I had not heard all right, but I could not repeat my observation. For the captain's head had already disappeared in its metal case. The night was near.

The waters were profoundly dark, but Captain Nemo pointed out in the distance a reddish spot, a sort of large light shining brilliantly about two miles from the Nautilus. What this fire might be, what good feed it,, and how it lit up the liquid mass? I could not say. In any case, it did light our way vaguely. It is true. But I soon accustomed myself to the darkness. As we advanced, I heard a kind of pattering above my head. The noise redoubling, sometimes producing a continual shower. I soon understood the cause. It was rain falling and crisping the surface of the waves. Instinctively, the thought flashed across my mind that I should be wet through by the water in the midst

of the water. I could not help laughing at the odd idea. Indeed, in the thick diving dress, the liquid element is no longer felt. And one only seems to be in an atmosphere somewhat denser than the terrestrial atmosphere. Nothing more. After half an hour's walk the soil became stony. In turning round I could still see the whitish lantern of the Nautilus beginning to pale in the distance.

But the rosy light which guided us increased and lit up their horizon. The presence of this fire underwater puzzled me in the highest degree. as I go towards a natural phenomenon as yet unknown to the savants of the earth? Or even for this thought crossed my brain, had the hand of man ought to do with this conflagration? Had he fanned this flame? desire to meet meet in these depths companions and friends of Captain Nemo, whom he was going to visit, and who, like him, led this strange existence? Could I find down there a whole colony of exiles, who had sought and found independence in the deep ocean? All these foolish and unreasonable ideas pursued me, and in this condition of mind, over excited by the succession of wonders, continually passing before my eyes, I should not have been surprised to meet at the bottom of the sea, one of those submarine towns of which Captain Nemo dreamed. Our road grew lighter and lighter. The white gloomer came and raised from the summit of a mountain about 800 feet high. What would I saw was simply a reflection, developed by the clearness of the waters. The source of this inexplicable light was a fire on the opposite side of the mountain. In the midst of this stony maze, furrowing the bottom of the Atlantic, Captain Nemo advanced without hesitation. He knew this road, doubtless he had often traveled over it, and could not lose himself. I followed him with unshaken confidence. He seemed to me like a genie of the sea, and as he walked before me, I could not help admiring his stature, which was outlined in black, on the luminous horizon. It was one in the morning, when we arrived at the first slopes of the mountain. But to gain access to them, we must venture through the difficult paths of a vast cops. Yes, a copse of trees without leaves, without sap, trees petrified by the action of the water and here and there overtopped by gigantic mines. It was like a cold coal pit still standing, holding by the roots to the broken soil and whose branches, like fine black paper cuttings, showed distinctly on the watery ceiling. Picture to yourself a forest in the hearts, hanging on the sides of the mountain, but a forest swallowed up. The baths were encumbered with seaweed, between in which graveled the whole world of Christesia.

I will... with seaweed. Between which graveled the whole world of crustacea. I went along, climbing the rocks, striding over extended trunks, breaking the sea-bind weed, which hung from one tree to the other. Pressing onward, I felt no fatigue. I followed my guide, who was never tired. What a spectacle. How can I express it? how paint the aspect of those woods and rocks in this medium? They're underparts dark and wild. The upper colored with red tints. By that light, which the reflecting powers of the waters doubled. We climbed rocks which fell directly after with gigantic bounds and a low growling of an avalanche. to the right and left, ran long, dark dark galleries where sight was lost. Here opened vast glades which the hand of man seemed to have worked. And I sometimes ask myself, if some inhabitant of these submarine regions would not suddenly appear to me. But Gathenimo was still mounting. That could not stay behind. I followed, boldly. My stick gave me good help. A false step would have been dangerous on the narrow passes, sloping down to the sides of the golfs. But I walked with firm step without feeling any giddiness. Now I jumped to crevice, the depth of which would have made me hesitate had had been among the glacier is on land.

Now I venture it on the unsteady trunk of a tree thrown across from one abyss to the other, without looking under my feet, having only eyes to admire the wild sights of this region, there, monumental rocks, leaning on their regularly cut bases, seemed to defy all laws of equilibrium. between their stony knees, trees spring, like a jet under heavy pressure, and upheld others which upheld them. Natural towers, large scarps, cut perpendicularly, a curtain inclined at an angle which the laws of gravitation could never have tolerated in terrestrial regions. Two hours after quitting the Nautilus, we had crossed the line of trees and a hundred feet above our heads rose the top of the mountain, which cast a shadow on the brilliant erudition of the opposite slope. Some petrified shrubs ran fantastically here and there. Fishes got up under our feet like birds in long grass.

The mass of rocks. Fishes got up under our feet like birds in long grass. The massive rocks were red with impenetrable fractures, deep grottos and unfathomable holes at the bottom of which creatures might be hurt-moving. Millions of luminous spots shown brightly in the midst of the darkness. They were the eyes of giant Christesia, crouched in their holes. We had now arrived on the first platform, where other surprises awaited me. Before us lay some picturesque ruins, which betrayed the hand of man, and not that of the Creator.

There were fast heaps of stone amongst which might be traced the vague and shadowy forms of castles and temples. Cloth with a world of blossoming zoonafites, and over which, instead of ivy, seaweed and fukus through a thick vegetable mantle. But what was this portion of the globe which had been swallowed by cataclysm's. Who had placed those rocks and stones of prehistoric times? Where was I? Wither had kept in Nemo's fancy hurried me. I would feign I have asked him, not being able to. I stopped him. I seized his arm. But shaking his head and pointing to the highest point of the mountain, He seemed to say, come, come along, come higher. I followed, and in a few minutes, I had climbed to the top, which for a circle of ten yards commanded the whole mass of rock. I looked down the side we had just climbed. The mountain did not rise more than seven or eight hundred feet above the level of the plane. But on the opposite side it commanded from twice that height the depths of this part of the Atlantic. My eyes ranged far over a large space lit by a folkoration. In fact, the mountain was volcano. At 50 feet above the peak, in the midst of a rain of stones, a large crater was spewing forth torrents of lava which fell in a cascade of fire into the bosom of the liquid mass. Thus situated, this volcano lit the lower plane like an immense torch, even to the extreme limits of their horizon. I said that the submarine crater threw up lava, but no flames. Flames require the oxygen of the air to feed upon and cannot be developed under water. But streams of lava, having in themselves the principles of their incandescence, can attain a white heat, fight vigorously against the liquid element, and turn it to vapor by contact. Rapid currents bearing all these gases and diffusion, and torrents of lava, slid to the bottom of the mountain, like an eruption of the Suvius. There, indeed, under my eyes lay a town. Its roofs opened to the sky. Its temples fallen. Its arches dislocated. Its columns lying on the ground. From which one would still recognize the massive character of Tuscan architecture? are there on, some remains of a gigantic aqueduct hear the high base of an acropolis with the floating outline of a Parthenon. as if an ancient port had formally abutted on the borders of the ocean, and disappeared with its merchant vessels and its wargallys, farther on again, long lines of sunken walls and broad deserted streets. A perfect Pompeii escaped beneath the waters. Such was the site that Captain Nemo brought before my eyes. Where was I? Where was I? I must know at any cost. I tried to speak, but Captain Nemo stopped me by a gesture, and picking up a piece of chalkstone, advanced to a rock, entraced the one word. Atlantis I put a light shot through my mind, Atlantis.

The Atlantis, the Atlantis of Plato. Who placed its disappearance amongst the legendary tales? I had it there now before my eyes, bearing upon it the unexceptionable testimony of its occurrence. The reach in dust engulfed was beyond Europe, Asia and Libya. Beyond the columns of Hercules, where those powerful people lived. Thus led by the strangest destiny, I was treading underfoot the mountains of this continent.

Touching with my hands, those ruins a thousand generations old. I was walking on the very spot with the contemporaries of the first man had walked. Whilst I was trying to fix in my mind every detail of this grand landscape, Captain Nemo remained motionless, as if petrified in mute ecstasy, leaning on a mossy stone. Was he dreaming of those generations long since disappeared?

Was he asking them the secret of human destiny?

Was it here this strange man came to steep himself in historical recollections and live again this ancient life he who wanted no modern one. What would I not have given to know his thoughts, to share them, to understand them. We remained for an hour at this place, contemplating the vast plains under the brightness of the lava, which was sometimes wonderfully intense. Rapid trombolings ran along the mountain, caused by internal bubbles. Deep noise, distinctly transmitted through the liquid medium, were echoed with majestic grandeur.

At this moment, the moon appeared through the mass of waters, and through her pale raise on the buried continent. It was but a gleam. But what an indescribable effect. The Captain Rose cast one last look on the immense plane, and then bait me follow him. We descended the mountain rapidly, and the mineral forest once passed. I saw the lantern of the nonetheless, shining like a star. The captain walked straight to it and we got on board as the first rays of light whiteened the surface of the ocean. The next day, the 20th of February, I awoke very late. The fatigues of the previous night had prolonged my sleep until 11 o'clock. I dressed quickly and hastened to find the course the Nautilus was taking. The instruments showed it to be still toward the south, with a speed of 20 miles an hour, and a depth of 50 thatham's. species of fishes here did not differ much from those already noticed. There were rays of giant size, five yards long, and endowed with great muscular strength, which enabled them to shoot above the waves. Sharks of many kinds, amongst others, one fifteen feet long, with triangular teeth, and whose transparency rendered it almost invisible in the water. Amongst wony fish, Konse noticed some about three yards long, harmed at the upper jaw with a piercing sword. Other bright colored creatures, known in the time of Aristotle by the name of the Sea Dragon, with spikes on their back. four o'clock, the soil generally composed of a thick mud mixed with petrified wood changed by degrees and it became more stony and seemed strewn with conglomerate and pieces of basalt with the sprinkling of lava. I thought that a mountainous region was succeeding along planes.

And accordingly. I thought that a mountainous region was succeeding the long plains, and accordingly, after a few evolutions of the Nautilus, I saw the southernly horizon blocked by a high wall, which seemed to close all exit. It's summit evidently past the level of the ocean. It must be a continent where at least in Ireland one of the cadaries, the bearings not being yet taken, perhaps decidedly, I was ignorant in a far exact position.

In any case,

such a wall seemed to me

to mark the limits of that Atlantis of which we The added reality passed over only the smallest part. Much longer should I have remained at the window, admiring the beauties of sea and sky. Yn yw'n yw'n yw'n yw'n yw'n yw'n yw'n yw'n yw'n yw'n yw'n yw'n yw'n yw'n yw'n yw'n yw'n yw'n yw'n yw'n yw'n yw'n yw'n yw'n yw'n yw'n yw'n yw'n yw'n yw'n yw'n y

...