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The film began with the Crown seal, and this notice:
Will struggled to absorb the surreal tableaux. A shirtless man hovering twenty feet above an orchard. Half a second of nothing but a brick wall, then a nude woman standing before it with no transition. A young man with pale eyes laying his hand on an anvil, the film shimmering, the metal sagging. Another man standing halfway inside a wall, like a ghost. A muscular fellow on a leash (a leash?) scowling at a mortar emplacement that imploded upon itself. The ghost man standing in front of a chattering machine gun. The leashed man scowling at an upside-down tank. A soldier throwing something at the anvil man, and a flash.
The subjects of the film wore belts with dark leads running up to their skulls; each and every one of them. Repeated viewing didn't make it any less horrifying.
Stephenson said, "What are those things they wear? The belts and the implants?"
Will shook his head. "Honestly, I haven't the faintest idea. This is a form of the craft utterly unknown to me. But I'd like to know how it works." It looked like magic without blood. Was that even possible?
- Bitter Seeds, Ian Tregillis
| MILKWEED/GRACKLE MOST SECRET UNAUTHORISED DISSEMINATION OF THE INFORMATION CONTAINED IN THIS FILM CONSTITUTES TREASON AGAINST THE UNITED KINGDOM OF GREAT BRITAIN AND NORTHERN IRELAND AS DEFINED BY PARLIAMENT IN THE OFFICIAL SECRETS ACT OF 1920. PUNISHMENT UP TO AND INCLUDING EXECUTION MAY RESULT. MILKWEED/GRACKLE |
Will struggled to absorb the surreal tableaux. A shirtless man hovering twenty feet above an orchard. Half a second of nothing but a brick wall, then a nude woman standing before it with no transition. A young man with pale eyes laying his hand on an anvil, the film shimmering, the metal sagging. Another man standing halfway inside a wall, like a ghost. A muscular fellow on a leash (a leash?) scowling at a mortar emplacement that imploded upon itself. The ghost man standing in front of a chattering machine gun. The leashed man scowling at an upside-down tank. A soldier throwing something at the anvil man, and a flash.
The subjects of the film wore belts with dark leads running up to their skulls; each and every one of them. Repeated viewing didn't make it any less horrifying.
Stephenson said, "What are those things they wear? The belts and the implants?"
Will shook his head. "Honestly, I haven't the faintest idea. This is a form of the craft utterly unknown to me. But I'd like to know how it works." It looked like magic without blood. Was that even possible?
- Bitter Seeds, Ian Tregillis