Chapter 13
A year had passed and ‘The Hole’ was complete. And on a sunny July day that was why I found myself back down there, four kilometres at the bottom, this time operating another piece of alien junk newly released from Alien Artefact Assessment Centre No.8 that was located in some empty glen in Scotland. Because the machine was untried, I was surrounded by a gaggle of ‘Triple A’ officers who watched and scribbled on their info-pads as the Overseer RO 5 non-too gently positioned me in front of a small control panel mounted at my chest height on a single vertical beam. From the control panel a cable dangled and ended in a complicated aerospace-type connector that the big Yellow Bastid had rammed into my chest receptacle.
Immediately, my oculars shut down and the machine-instruction
