FOREWORD: This is not a story for children. This is a story for consenting,
well-informed adults. If you are under the age of majority where you live,
read no further. Close the file, you scamps. If you are of age, believe you
keep an open mind, have some time to spare for reading, and you already have
some idea of what you're going to find between this sentence and the end of
the document, then come right in.

As we grow older, there are certain things that will always trigger a momentary flash of remembrance, bypassing the thinking mind and directly stimulating that happy place in your mind with the feelings you felt when you first experienced them. The way light falls on a certain patch of carpet on a winter's morning, the smell of something you used to enjoy in your youth... the sound you heard when your deepest, most hidden fantasies came to life.

It was early Monday morning. I stumbled around blearily on my day off, trying to find the breakfast things. As I put the coffee machine on, the telephone rang. I glanced around the floor of my messy bachelor flat and eventually found it being used as a bookmark in "Gulliver's Travels". I recalled putting it in their last night before going to sleep, reading about Balnibarbi. An improvement on the last novel I read, which was "Charlie and the Chocolate Factory".

Doctor Susan Peters punched in the code yet again, persistent as consistent to get that infernal generator working. The malfuction had happened about an hour earlier that night, and only by drinking coffee by the kettle was she able to stay awake and get the power flowing again. There was a slam of a door, and the burly boss Sir Peter James barged in. He was a short-fused employer of the thriving research company Eternal Energies Technology Ltd., and the reason it thrived so successfully was probably because every employee knows what happens to disobediance.