"Go ahead then, go on."
The suffused lighting of the chamber suddenly dimmed, and Jane rose from her desk.
"I'll be in the eightieth level records library, sir, if I'm needed."
"I don't—well if you wish, Miss Landis." She left. Because she knew—yes, of course she'd known what was coming. And she had left—
In full color, the pictures flashed on the screen.
He watched, only subconsciously aware of the intermittent voice describing, evaluating, analyzing. He sat and watched as though there were not a mobile muscle in his sweating body.
Ten-year-old children, somewhere beneath a fantastic milk-white sky, painting an impossible blue plain with the red of their own blood....