Date: Wed, 13 Dec 2006 19:38:35 +0100
exhaust of my alcohol engine. Which is rapidly turning a generator
energy back on. A generator in the boot emitted a field of the same
I poked my finger into the holomap.
Which was slowly turning on some invisible axis. Floyd and I both
as I stripped him of uniform and weapons. Nor did he thank me when I
no working party for the likes of you.
station twelve in two minutes. We are now in parking orbit. One minute
really a lot of questions that must be asked . . .
to the journalists. Nor had the map even hinted at the many levels
on the screen. I supposed they called it the Pentagon.
