There was a barely audible click and on the ceiling, right above Galbraith’s head, a small panel opened slightly, from where a manipulator, ending in three silver claws, extended downwards. With the sound of servos, they began to slowly approach the head of the inspector, who involuntarily shivered in his chair.
“Relax, guest”, came a voice, “and close your eyes”.
The policeman closed his eyes. He felt the manipulator’s three fingers wrap around the back and sides of his head. Galbraith was not in pain, but the feeling was not pleasant – it seemed that his head was being squeezed in a vice, which was not far from the truth.
“Stop thinking”, said the announcer.
The inspector opened his eyes when he heard this. He wanted to ask how he should understand this request, but was horrified to
