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efficiency Engine Pod on a Skitter that was being used for “Frag” racing. T’luha nodded; she’d done
similar mods on her Hovercraft when she was younger. The process was dirty, but effective.
“Jason you are a Man after my own heart!” she laughed. And she regaled him of some of her less
hairy experiences while Doc Willard Manson patched up his injuries.

… Arthur woke again from yet another Nightmare. They always left him dripping in cold
sweats, shaking with fear and, on this occasion nauseous. Helen came into his study/home office. He
tended to do more of his work; he was a Commercial Graphics Designer, from home since the Village
became “Connected” to super-fast broadband.
“Another one? And bad by the look of you. The drawn curtains didn’t help this time either I take it”
she stated rather than questioned. “Do you want me to take notes again? My Gran finds the detail
interesting” she asked
“Your Gran’s got a lot to answer for” he jokingly replied “Seriously though this one was really bad. It
didn’t concern me this time. There was someone else on a table in the room. A girl I think; couldn’t
quite focus. The beings had white face masks with garish smiles painted on them. Creepy; as was
what they seemed to be doing to her. It looked like they had cut away a flap of her skin around her
belly and they were poking things inside. One of them had one of those Wand devices I described
earlier. That was the one that came toward me and pointed the Wand in my eye. There was a
blinding light and a burning sensation that’s when I woke up” he answered her rubbing his left eye.
“I wonder; can you wait till I get that magnifying glass with the light. Don’t open the curtains just
yet” she said and went over to the desk drawer to retrieve the item in question. He sat patiently as
she examined his left Eyeball for signs of damage “I can see why the Hospital staff didn’t notice it. It
is minute. It’s just a tiny dot of a scar near the bottom right of your Cornea. There appears to be a
sliver of something metallic in there. I’m calling Dr Marsh and don’t you dare argue with me!” she
said firmly. He didn’t dare argue with her when she was in Bossy Boots mode. He’d done that once
before; much to his regret and had received a couple of painful reminders nestling in his groin
region.
He got up and drew the curtains and was hit by the bright noonday sun square in the face.
“How long was I asleep?” He exclaimed
“You seemed to be sleeping so soundly I didn’t have the heart to wake you. It’s been about three
hours. I’d prepared a salad and some sandwiches as a lunch; but you look a little green around the
gills so it’ll keep for now” she said between talking to Dr Marsh at the Clinic and writing up his
recount of the Nightmare. His nausea seemed to be subsiding so he went to the kitchen. The salad
and sandwiches did look inviting though. He sat down and took a mouthful of the salad and suddenly
felt a searing pain in his left side. The scar he’d been left with from the “incident” was red and sore
“Tell the Doc that the scar is inflamed again will you love?” he said in agony. She did as was told and
hung up then joined him at the breakfast table. He continued to eat, enjoying the salad and the pate
sandwiches. She made him a cup of coffee, but he asked for a white wine spritzer instead.
“Well at least your appetite’s returned” she said smiling. She drank the coffee as she texted her
notes to her Gran…

Douglas Markham was looking at the
amassed collection of surviving implanted
objects recovered from the “Abductees” as
the Ministry were calling the victims. There
was another of the cones with tendrils that
had been found in Mr Styles-Cunningham; a
couple of rod like things a variety of small
pronged devices, a small square glass like
chip that had incredibly fine circuitry
imbedded within, a disk like object about the