“The magma metaphor falls apart from here,” said Mercy, eyes still on the pilot’s switches. The Emperor responded with perfect gravitas: “Let us imagine the magma is full of unkillable man-eating magma fish. Two problems arise. The first is that beings made of flesh and blood immediately die in magma. The second is our vulnerability to man-eating fish.” Your tolerance for man-eating magma fish would have been tested sorely by anyone who was not God.
