The BUREAU of EXTRATERRESTRIAL AND UNEXPLAINED TECHNOLOGY One. The Interview Whitehall, Lundeinjon, UK – Geola 12th, 9 BAI.[1] It was a grand club once. Now it smelled, to Colin, of ancient soldiers dwelling on their historical conflicts; of cigar smoke infused into the panelled oak walls, the heavy Regency furniture and the men themselves; of gin spilt onto the maroon carpet with its pile trodden in places to an ice-rink shine; and of centuries of boiled cabbage and beef gravy, port and potatoes, semolina and suppressed sexuality. Portraits of men who ignored death only to find it had not, after…
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