My colleague, Penco, who will be assisting me in this endeavour
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An overhead projector - worth several hundred pounds of anyone's money - kicks off, by becoming a lump of debris worth not a bean.
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Microfiche reader? You looking at me? Then who are you looking at? I'm the only one here.
One step closer and this rather fine Espon printer gets it - I mean it, copper.
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Penco sees to two microfiche readers, a printer and an overhead projector without the smallest flicker of remorse from his cold, dead eyes.
What's in my hand? A telex machine - dead technology. It soon will be, anyway.
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I see to it that an Apricot computer, a PC server and another microfiche reader won't be causing any more trouble in this town.
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Penco calmly tries various hurling techniques on the two remaining microfiche readers found cowering pitifully in a back room. The man is bad to the bone.
Chris - a passing, young, slip of an electrician - is briefly sucked into our dark world.
No! But - surely - it can't be the fearful "double computer chucking" ritual that is spoken of in books of old? Believe.
The Terminator? George Orwell? E M Forster? Humans dominated, hounded and enslaved by runaway technology? Not in our manor, matey-boy.
My, but did we have a good day.
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