Chapter 8
The Farm Manager sat in his office. It was quiet now. The Navy people had all gone and taken their damned awful Robots and precious Artefacts with them! Looking out across the fields that spread into the far distance, he could still see plumes of black smoke where exotic alien metals still burned. Soon no one would even know there’d been the crash of an Interstellar vessel, so thoroughly would the affected fields be cleaned, all at the Navy’s expense too! The only fly-in-the-ointment was that he’d been forced to sign Navy non-disclosure documents ( any failure of adherence punishable by not less than 2 (two) years in an Off-World penal colony).
On his desk lay a missive with a large Navy N.C.I.S. logo in gaudy red letters at the top and below, dark blue text. It was a ‘Robotic
