"Sir," came back the crisp reply.
"Have NSA send over any recent PHOTOINT they have on the Greek island of Andikythera. By hand. I want it yesterday."
"Yes, sir."
"Ted," he said, turning back to Brock, "somehow this time
I've got an uncomfortable feeling the medium may be the message."
1:49 p.m.
"To understand the operation of this facility," Isaac Mannheim was saying, "you need to appreciate the technology we've installed here." He was resting against the trunk of a tree, gazing wearily down the mountain at the sun-baked asphalt of the facility stretching below.
"I've already got a rough idea how it works," Vance replied. He was pondering the quiet down below. "It's the people I want to know more about."
"Well, of course, that's my primary concern as well." The old man shrugged. "But we are on the verge of an experiment that will change the world for all time. That's just as important."