Just a quick post...

Dr Keto wandered tensely through the medical bay, checking things for
the five-hundred a sixty-fourth time.
The big vat of industrial-strength ointment (Toilet Duck, Blueberry
Jam and Ketchup) was boiling on the makeshift stove (four Talkie
Toasters with their vocal circuits and covers removed), the pregnant
woman had been wheeled off to have more ointment (actually the
operation performed in secret), and now he was just awaiting a call
from someone, for anything.
Something glinted in the corner of his eye. Turning, Dr Keto
walked over to the medical bay window and looked out onto the stars.
A ginat white ship with dozens of cameras on it flashed by so quickly
that it was almost invisible. Dr Keto got the impression, somehow,
that it was watching him, and fought a compulsion to wave.
"Whoever built that needs some ointment on the brain," he murmured,
before beginning the next cycle of checks.
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NRPG: Sorry I haven't posted recently, had a new phone line
installed and it's having a FEW teething troubles (I hate BT). I
will try to get online whenever I can, though.