. side wall. Jackson shook his head in an attempt to fix his screwed up vision. Nothing appeared to have any width. Not even the outcroppings above hi... head. There were three of them, all on the same level as the platforms in the centre of the room. That Jackson could currently see all three of them despite standing under the lower one said a lot for how the perspectives were all fucked up in here.A trapdoor in the far ceiling opened and three unusual monsters dropped onto the top platform and. Pen typed in some commands and the computer's monitor displayed the response. All SAL's temporary memories had been worm-holed since the time the anomalies began to show up in the file-log. Pen re-initialized the hibernation bay's bio-monitor routines with the correct operating programs from her protected archives."There! Problem solved!" she concluded."But what's to keep SAL out of my dreams when I go back under hypo-sleep?" Bethany protested."Nothing!" said Pen. "You're not even supposed to. You were aware of being in the presence of a very intelligent person.He looked and smiled. “Be at ease gentleman and grab yourselves a chair,” he remarked in a pleasant voice.Once they were seated he began. “You must be wondering why I called for this meeting. By the way you can smoke if you wish. I’ve read the report of the raid that destroyed the Axis aircraft. But what I’m interested in is the reason for the various actions that you used before, during and after the raid which is not in the. Make sure no one is coming." Okay. Sorry, Mr. Goodlong." She turned her gaze to the car lot. "Uh... Mr. Goodlong?" "What is...ooh that's it, baby, just like that... what is it?" he asked as he felt his balls being juggled."There's someone coming. It's a tall woman." She watched a tall brunette in an ugly black skirt and annoyingly bright red sports coat approach."Get rid... oh, oh, oh, like that... get rid of her please," Mr. Goodlong demanded. "Ask her to show you a sports car." He knew that.