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factories.
    “Food production
chambers right?” I asked my companion..
    “Yes Excellency,
of course” Miss Proust answered, obviously curious, but unable to
ask.
    “Was there
something you wanted to know?” I asked the very attractive woman,
then sat back and waited for her reply.
    “Your Excellency”
Miss Proust began haltingly “Please don’t be offended, or think I
mean to criticise your Superior self, it’s just that, Er...” She
was lost.
    “Miss Proust I
asked you to ask me, now please do so” I told her with pretend
sternness.
    “Well, your
Excellency” She blurted “It’s just that you seem so, so human, you
even seem, well, so considerate and interested in all kinds of
things that are so common place” She exclaimed.
    “And you find that
strange?” I asked her, genuinely curious.
    “It is not what we
have been told of how the Supreme Family thinks and acts” She
answered, then she took a deep breath.
    “The Wisdom of
Divine origin requires absolute divestment of all human
considerations. No pity, no sorrow, no mercy only that which is
right above all else. And that which the Patriarchs say is right,
is right” She recanted. It was clear that Miss Proust had not a
shred of doubt. Our sleek craft started to float upwards, it rose
to about a hundred metres and then smoothly flew into a large hole
which had suddenly opened up in the face of the 200 metre high
cliff face we had been driving beside. We entered a cavernous
garage cum hanger type building. The fact that our escort didn’t
travel with us in our vehicle, yet were already there to help us
out of the streamlined vehicle when we arrived, had me going for a
while. Then I saw the row upon row of wheelless motorbikes, all
bearing the Supreme House guard crest and logo.
    How they worked
was a complete mystery to me. The green and gold clad guards formed
a short passage way for us. Suddenly, as if out of nowhere, a black
clad and caped man suddenly filled the other end of the human
passageway. Instinctively, I wanted to get us back in that T.T.V
and out of there. That, however, was now impossible, as with a rush
of soundless wind, it had gone. We stood facing the dauntingly tall
figure and his two, much smaller offsiders for a moment, before he
raised his right hand, which contained a short stick. Once over his
head the top of the stick burst into an extremely bright light. We
were momentarily blinded by the stick’s brightness; I raised my
hand to shade my eyes.
    “Bring your arm
down so that I might see your face impostor” A deep voice ordered.
I held my nerve and didn’t move.
    “Who has the
audacity to give me orders?” I heard my own voice say, as I felt
propelled forward towards the black specter.
    “Mother of all”
The deep voice whispered incredulous “It is you Lord Robert, but...
Oh, please forgive my lack of faith in the great powers of the
Supreme Lord Robert” The tall man begged. Now he was all smiles,
and so were the guards, whom, although I hadn’t noticed it, had
been tense and ready for some kind of action “It is not for me to
question how it is possible” The formidable looking, black garbed
man told me reverently “It is only for me to rejoice that you have,
at last, returned” The tall man added sincerely, before Miss Proust
and I were led, escorted by three guards on each side, to a huge
elevator door. And I do mean large!
    All eleven of us
were able to comfortably fit into it, and, after a heart stopping,
very rapid ascent, the elevator stopped gently, its door parting to
reveal an astonishing sight. The balcony we stepped out onto, which
was located half way up one side of an ancient volcano or meteor
strike, revealed a sparkling white palace city. Built all around
this natural basin, high in the mountains. The Supreme House was,
to say the least, breathtaking. I had seen ancient palace cities
before, both in ruins and re-built with computer generated images,
but none had anything remotely like the