|| -------- -- -----  A E R I E   O B L I V I A N A . singular book of text wandertainment by Frank Edward Nora ------------------- ----------- OFFICE COMPLEX--CUP 35--"PERIODIC TABLE OF THE ELEMENTS" <-------  ||  Severe Repair  ||  Office Complex  ||  -------> (Cup SRoc035, Created v2 (6/7/99), Copyright 1999) = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Ferrajalt walked out of the room and regarded the mechanism facing him on the shaft. Some sort of grated opening, angled upward, and a whole mess of little indicators--arranged like a "periodic table of the elements". Each little needle showed a varying amount of whatever it was measuring. And while Ferrajalt had surmised that the Warhome operated on direct matter-to-energy power, he had no idea why so many different elements should be needed. He made a mental note to look into it further and opened the door to his left. Inside he found another bathroom, complete with shower, sink, toilet, and a few other devices he could only guess at the use of. Then he crossed to the righthand side and found another living quarters--this one considerably smaller and plainer than the main one. He entered and looked about, and Treyess came in behind him. "Guest room?" she wondered. "Looks like it." Ferrajalt said. They looked around in admiring wonder and then went for the remaining two doors, each facing front. Treyess went to the one on the left, and Ferrajalt the one on the right. They smiled at each other. "Okay." Treyess said. "On the count of three." Ferrajalt laughed, and they opened their respective doors. Ferrajalt found the kitchen he had been looking for--and a quick inspection found it stocked to the gills with goodies. Treyess stepped into a strange room--part library and part armory. A computer terminal also sat in one corner. There were all manner of weapons here--from swords and cat-o-nine-tails to some very nasty looking rifles, rocket launchers, grenades, pistols, and the like. She scanned over the books and saw that they were all Timber Serious Earth works--the classics, she supposed. Ferrajalt came into the room behind her. "Found the kitchen." he said. "And look what I found." "Wow! Think there's enough weapons in here for us?" "Oh Ferrajalt--just think--there are hundreds of these in that yard over there. What a magnificent find!" "Yeah--but will they still be there when and if we get reality back on track?" "Well I'm, with you--if restoring reality means leaving our Warhome behind, forget it. I'd rather travel around this wasteland inside here than give it up." "I agree." Ferrajalt said. "It's something I've always wanted." "Yeah?" "Yeah--a stable home." the Prince said. -------> ------------------- ----------- -------- -- -----