The w*r Machines

Episode Three

By Ian Stuart-Black

Original Air Date: 9 July, 1966
5:35pm - 6:00pm

1, INT: WAREHOUSE

(The technicians stop tinkering with the War-Machine and stand away. It wheels around, its glowing "eye" swivelling about taking in its surroundings. (And changing number from 9 to 3 at odd intervals, despite appearing to be the same machine.) Its lights continuing to blink repeatedly on and off, then trundles across the warehouse floor crashing into a stack of boxes and palettes. It raises its mallet and smashes them to smithereens, then turns and trundles off straight through a high stack of crates knocking them aside as if they were mere orange boxes. The machine begins to burble to itself as if it had just found a sixpence, and it revolves and aims its g*n. Slowly it advances. Caught in the harsh glare of the light from the War-Machine's "eye", Ben scrambles backwards; but his fate is sealed as any escape route he might have taken is blocked by an impenetrable wall of boxes each marked with a familiar W.
The War-Machine stops and Major Green walks over and examines a readout on its side. Taking his opportunity, Ben rushes towards the door and struggles with the lock desperately trying to get it open.)

GREEN: This is a warning! Danger! There is a stranger! He must be found and eliminated at once! Stop your work and start searching immediately!
He must be found.

2, INT: ANTE-ROOM

(Ben manages to open the doors and squeeze through, but runs straight into Polly.)

BEN: Polly what are you doin’ here?

POLLY: I came to look for you.

BEN: What, did the Doctor tell you where I was?

POLLY: Yes.

(She swiftly walks through the door Ben has just come through.)

BEN: Look, be careful! Don't go in there!

(She turns.)

POLLY: Why?

BEN: Well it's incredible! I must get back to the Doctor and report to him.

POLLY: What is incredible, what have you seen in there?

BEN: I can't tell ya now Duchess...

(She turns again, but he stops her again.)

BEN: Look keep back Polly, I'm tellin’ ya, come on!

POLLY: Why?

BEN: Because the people in there have gone mad! Well they seem as though they've been hypnotised or brainwashed!

POLLY: What else did you see?

BEN: There was a mechanical monster! And it moved...it just k*lled someone! Come on we must get out of here!

(Polly just stands and stares.)

BEN: Look Polly COME ON!

3, INT: WAREHOUSE

(The radar atop the w*r machine turns as it continues to burble its alert. Technicians rush about the warehouse knocking aside barrels and boxes sweeping methodically through every conceivable hiding place.)

GREEN: The stranger is beyond that door, bearing two-hundred and fifteen degrees. He must be taken at once! He is a thr*at to the security of the War-Machines! On no account must he escape!

4, INT: ANTE-ROOM

BEN: POLLY MOVE!

(She just stands there.)

5, INT: WAREHOUSE

GREEN: Lock all the outside doors he must not leave the building!

6, INT: ANTE-ROOM

(Polly walks stiffly over to the door.)

BEN: That's it girl, now lets get out of it.

(Polly closes and firmly locks the exterior door with a large padlock.)

BEN: Have you gone mad?! What are you doing? Look for Pete's sake Polly open it!

POLLY: I have my instructions.

BEN: Polly what's happened to you?

POLLY: You are not to escape.

BEN: Look I've gotta get out of here! Come on, get out of the way!

(Ben tries to get to the door but Polly wrestles with him.)

BEN: Look Polly I've gotta get away.

POLLY: You are not to escape!

BEN: ...Mustgetaway!

(Polly manages to disentangle from Ben and falls against a crate.)

POLLY: HELP!

(Several Technicians rush into the room, grab Ben and drag him into the main warehouse.)

BEN: Aiigh! Polly you dunno what you're doing! Go and get the Doctor before it's too late!

7, INT: WAREHOUSE

(Major Green stands with War-Machine number 3.)

GREEN: Bring him here. The machine will deal with him.

(Still struggling, Ben is brought before Green.)

BEN: Polly GO NOW! GO AND GET THE DOCTOR POLLY!

GREEN: Bring him! The stranger has been spying!

(The technicians holding Ben come to a halt. He looks fearfully forwards and sees Green who is accompanied by his pet War-Machine.)

BEN: POLLY!

8, INT: ANTE-ROOM

(Polly walks through into the main warehouse.)

9, SUMMER'S OFFICE

(The Doctor looks at his fob watch in concern.)

DOCTOR: Oh deardeardeardeardear, hmph!

(He tuts.)

SUMMER: Well take my advice Doctor, it's no good upsetting yourself.

DOCTOR: Oh yes that boy, that boy should be back here ages ago!

SUMMER: Well you know what young people are. He's probably been distracted by something.

DOCTOR: Well he seemed quite a responsible young lad. I suppose if he hasn't phoned it's because he hasn't been, er...well he has not been able to.

SUMMER: Well what d'you suppose stopped him?

(He looks at his watch.)

SUMMER: Oh I must say, we've given him four hours.

DOCTOR: Hmph!

SUMMER: Perhaps it is time that I asked the... Police to investigate?

DOCTOR: Ah, no Sir Charles I don't think we should allow the Police to intervene at the moment. Otherwise we might drive this thr*at further underground or wherever it is.

(Sir Charles tuts.)

SUMMER: Ah, precisely. Whatever it is. Oh damn it man, you've got no evidence. We simply cannot let rumour upset the big switch-on.

DOCTOR: Well unless I'm very much mistaken we're going to have a lot more than rumour to contend with. Oh dear me, where is that boy? Hmph!

10, INT: WAREHOUSE

(The Major is standing triumphantly before a miserable Ben who is being held either side by two g*ons. Behind Green, the bulk of the machine burbles to itself.)

GREEN: You tried to warn human authority of our work in this building. You are an enemy of mechanised evolution! Nothing must be allowed to prevent the machines taking over. They are the next stage in the growth of life force of Earth. All obstacles will be swept aside - including you!

BEN: Are you all mad?! It'll be your turn next!

GREEN: We are needed by WOTAN. WOTAN will decide our fate.

BEN: You are mad! All of ya!

(Polly steps forward.)

BEN: Look, Polly can't you see what's happened to you?

(Green regards Polly casually.)

GREEN: What does the girl want?

POLLY: I trapped him - I did not let him escape.

GREEN: That is true.

POLLY: WOTAN requires all the labour we can find. It is too soon to destroy this stranger. Let him work and destroy him later.

GREEN: How do you know what WOTAN wants?

POLLY: I have just come from Professor Brett. These are his orders and the orders of WOTAN.

GREEN: Very well, let him live – he will work for us. We must all work! Go back to your work.

(As Green strides away the technicians move off to their jobs again. The War-Machine glides away after Green like a faithful puppy. Ben wanders over to Polly, but she remains still as if pondering what she had just done.)

BEN: Strewth! That was a close one, thanks girl. Well, you really played them along - you even had me fooled!

POLLY: You have been spared. Now you must work hard for the success of this great new cause.

BEN: Eh? What cause?

(Polly regards him coldly.)

POLLY: The victory of the War-Machines!

11, EXT: POST-OFFICE TOWER

(The exterior of the General Post-Office Tower.)

12, INT: BRETT'S LABORATORY

(Brett and Krimpton move to communicate, but neither faces the other as if such things as non verbal communication are a waste of time. They f*re off rounds of conversation at each other in efficient machine-like blasts of information exchange.)

BRETT: All War-Machines will be ready to att*ck by noon tomorrow.

KRIMPTON: Machines have been programmed to destroy any form of human life that opposes them. The order to att*ck must come from WOTAN alone.

BRETT: None are fully completed yet. The Covent Garden Machine is now on it’s final tests.

KRIMPTON: The programming of these Machines is near completion.

BRETT: All machines must be disciplined - they must att*ck simultaneously.

KRIMPTON: Object of att*ck: to take over strategic centres and assume control of all human authority!

13, INT: WAREHOUSE

(w*r Machine 3 glides across the room and Green approaches a group of technicians.)

GREEN: Faster! All human-beings who break down will be eliminated!

(He notices a slow worker, with a swift karate-chop to the neck the unfortunate man slumps to the floor.)

GREEN: There is no time for rest. You must follow the example of the machines!

(The War-Machine nudges the corpse with it’s base, and it the rolls the body over and over until it comes to rest in a dark corner out of the way of the workers. In another section of the warehouse Ben and Polly are loading boxes. Polly looks the worse off of the two, and as she places her box down she stumbles against the boxes, almost falling over.)

BEN: Are you okay, ducks?

POLLY: Why do you speak?

BEN: Well look at you, you’re nearly on the ground!

POLLY: I’m very well. I am happy to work for the success of the Machines.

(She wobbles on her feet again, and Ben catches her.)

BEN: Look, come off it love, you can hardly stand up!

POLLY: That is not important...

BEN: Oh yeah, sure.

(She strains to lift another box.)

POLLY: Must not stop... All work must be complete by tomorrow noon.

BEN: Well why by noon?

POLLY: The att*ck is to begin.

BEN: att*ck?

POLLY: The takeover of London by the War-Machines.

BEN: Oh that... And you’re looking forward to it, eh?

POLLY: Of course.

(Ben looks across the warehouse.)

BEN: Yeah, we’re all so keen they’ve even taken the guard off the door.

POLLY: Naturally, none of us wish to leave. We all wish to stay for the moment of victory.

BEN: Oh yeah, victory, that’s right. And we’ll all be here won’t we?

(In another part of the warehouse technicians are labouring.)

POLLY: Yes...

GREEN OOV: All expl*sives to be collected here.

(The technicians pass boxes of equipment containing a*tillery and r*fles across and stack them neatly. Ben watches Green from behind a stack of boxes, then ducks away as a technician walks past. He looks around from hiding and sees Polly staring at him vaguely as if trying to remember something. Reaching a decision, she ignores Ben’s escape attempts, and returns to her box stacking. Taking a last look at Polly, Ben seizes his chance to hurry away to the exit again. Green stands in the centre of the floor like a bizarre kind of suited overseer.)

GREEN: All expl*sives to be examined and primed ready for use by noon tomorrow. Work! Work! The success of the War-Machines depends upon us!

(Ben throws caution to the wind runs across the back of the warehouse, he is unseen this time.)

14, INT: ANTE-ROOM

(Ben moves to the door, but finds that it is bolted and padlocked. Frantically he looks around for some means of getting the door open. He locates a crowbar at the back of the room. After a great deal of effort he eventually manages to prise the lock off the door, and throws it wide open. With relief he gasps out into the cold night air beyond the doorway.)

15, INT: SUMMER'S OFFICE

(The Doctor is seated at a table tapping impatiently. Coming to a decision, he gets up and moves towards the door. Summer makes an attempt to pursue him.)

DOCTOR: Well, I shan’t wait any longer. I must take a look for myself.

SUMMER: But Doctor!

DOCTOR: After what happened to Dodo, my dear sir, we should never have let those youngsters out of our sight!

(The doorbell rings.)

DOCTOR: That might be Ben now! Hmph!

SUMMER: I’ll see.

(Summer goes to open the door.)

DOCTOR: Ah come in my...here...

(A bedraggled looking Ben tumbles through the doorway.)

DOCTOR: Good heavens! Whatever...

(Summer helps Ben in and helps him to sit him down in a chair.)

DOCTOR: My dear boy! What’s happened to you, lad, Mm?

SUMMER: Are you alright?

(Ben gasps for breath.)

BEN: Yeah, I’m...I’m alright.

DOCTOR: Now take your time, take your time... Now where’s Polly?

BEN: She’s still there Doctor - they’ve got her! She’s-she’s one of them now!

DOCTOR: What do you mean they’ve got her, where is she?

BEN: She’s in warehouse...

DOCTOR: Where?

BEN: A warehouse in Covent Garden, and there’s a machine, a k*ller machine! And if we don’t stop it it’ll k*ll ‘alf London!

(Summer looks at the Doctor with a startled expression. The Doctor straightens up and glares regally into space with his nose in the air as if he were showing his concern as a Roman Emperor might.)

16, INT: WAREHOUSE

(Green writes on a clipboard, the ever-faithful machine humming softly in the corner, never more than a few metres from the Major. As Polly walks zombie-like across the path of the machine, she hears the emotionless tones of Green.)

GREEN: Where is he? You are responsible for the stranger, where is he?

(Polly turns and walks towards Green.)

GREEN: Do you know what has happened to him? Answer!

POLLY: He escaped.

GREEN: How do you know?

POLLY: I saw him.

GREEN: You saw him and you did not give the alarm?

POLLY: No.

GREEN: Why not?

(She opens her mouth to answer, but no words come, after a pause she speaks.)

POLLY: I...don’t know.

GREEN: You are working for the machines, you are an instrument only. You have no friends, no will of your own!

(Polly looks confused again.)

POLLY: Friends... He was my friend...

(Green walks over to the machine in the background, then wheels around to look at Polly who is still rooted to the spot awaiting further instructions.)

GREEN: She has betrayed the WOTAN; she therefore must be sent back to WOTAN to be punished.

17, INT: SUMMER'S OFFICE

SUMMER: Don’t tell me that you believe this fantastic story, Doctor?

DOCTOR: Well, I’m afraid I do.

SUMMER: What, that this machine made by man; that it’s somehow come to life?

DOCTOR: Yes, I had suspected something of that sort.

SUMMER: Oh come on, the boy’s been suffering some sort of delusion!

DOCTOR: Oh my dear Sir-Charles! How could you know that, mm?

SUMMER: Because it’s impossible! Here, in the heart of London?

BEN: Look, I’m tellin’ you, it ‘as ‘appened! Don’t let’s waste any more time arguing!

DOCTOR: We are not wasting time my dear boy! We need Sir-Charles’ authority, his help! Without this we can do nothing!

(Ben rushes up to Summer.)

BEN: Look, Sir-Charles, every minute we waste is dangerous! They look as if they’re preparing an arsenal to blow up L-London!

SUMMER: Well if this is so, why weren’t the Police informed?

(Ben is going from panic to anger.)

BEN: Well I’m tellin’ you NOW, ain’t I?! I nearly got done didn’t I, what more d’ya want?! YOU inform them, if you don’t it’ll be on yer own ‘ead!

(Sir-Charles gazes coolly at Ben.)

SUMMER: I don’t like your tone young man!

DOCTOR: I am quite prepared to accept the truth of this boy’s statement.

SUMMER: Alright if you consider it’s necessary I’ll have a word with the Commissioner of Police.

DOCTOR: No Sir-Charles, I think the police might find it too big for them to handle at the moment.

SUMMER: Well that is for them to decide.

(He turns to Ben.)

SUMMER: How many of them were there?

BEN: About twenty.

DOCTOR: And you say that they were...obeying this machine?

BEN: Yeah, they said something about “All Machines must be ready by noon tomorrow”. Then they att*ck!

SUMMER: Ah, well we shall see... It should be a fairly simple matter to surround the building and arrest twenty people.

BEN: And who’ll do that the coppers?

SUMMER: That is what the Police are for.

BEN: But that machine will make mincemeat of them in twenty-seconds flat!

SUMMER: Then presumably they’ll send for the army and that’ll put a stop to this “machine” of yours!

DOCTOR: I’m afraid we’ve got all our priorities mixed up. They might be able to destroy this machine, but in all probability there are others waiting to att*ck us!

BEN: Well I’m sure there are!

DOCTOR: Exactly, and we don’t know their location! And I doubt very much if we can find them all by tomorrow noon! No, I think we should strike at what I believe to be the centre of this menace. WOTAN!

SUMMER: Oh now I hardly think that’ll be necessary, there is no evidence to link Professor Brett with this machine of yours!

BEN: No link up?! What about Polly?!

SUMMER: I’ve had quite enough from you, young man! I shall handle this affair in my own way.

(Summer marches off, and Ben moves to follow him but the Doctor holds him back.)

BEN: Well what’s he gonna do?

DOCTOR: Well I fear we’ve riled him my boy! You see the official mind can only take in so much at a time. Ha-ha! However, we must keep our weather eyes open. Come along!

(They exit the office.)

18, INT: SUMMER'S PRIVATE ROOM

(Sir-Charles is talking on the telephone in another part of the Whitehall building.)

SUMMER: Hello? Hello-hello...operator? I seem to have been cut off. Ah, is that you Minister? No? Well for heavens sake, call him out of the conference man, this is an emergency! What’s that? No, I’m not telling you again. ...Ah, ah, is that you Minister? Yes, yes this is very serious indeed.
Some kind of k*ller machine I’m told. Yes, like a t*nk...it has about twenty men with it. Yes, I should say this would call for firearms – just as well to be prepared. ...What? What you think you might call the army? Well, just as you say, of course. No...no. Well, I’ve given your man all the details. It’s in the Covent Garden area. Fine, right well I’m off down there right away. Goodbye Minister.

(He replaces the receiver.)

19, EXT: COVENT GARDEN MARKET

(A siren sounds and several soldiers run down a road. An army truck carrying the solders drives down the road. Somewhere a large red sign bearing the legend
“ALERT” blinks on and off. The truck comes to a halt and the back opens down.)

SOLDIER: Right, on the double!

(The soldiers disgorge from the truck and run along the road as another truck draws up and does the same. The soldiers stop for a moment behind cover, checking the area. After a moment they move forward and set up positions at all exits to the warehouse area. A metal sign by the side reads “DANGER KEEP OUT MILITARY MANOEUVRE W*D.” Two soldiers approach Sir-Charles who is carrying a pair of binoculars.)

SERGEANT: These are the bearings Sir. They intersect here.

CAPTAIN: Yes this is the building isn’t it, Sir Charles?

SUMMER: Yes that’s it.

CAPTAIN: Thank you Sergeant.

SERGEANT: Sir!

CAPTAIN: We’ve been taking bearings, there’s a good deal of radio and electrical activity there. Have you any idea what’s causing it?

SUMMER: Well I’ve been given to understand that there is a large amount of expl*sive in there and a new kind of War-Machine. Though how much truth there is in that I dunno.

CAPTAIN: And the people inside?

SUMMER: We don’t know how they’ll react yet.

CAPTAIN: Well they won’t get far. We’ve got a couple of platoons covering the back of the building, and my lads watching both ends of this road watching the front.

SUMMER: Yes... Well, I think we’d better have a look inside, perhaps send some of your men in?

CAPTAIN: That’s all arranged. There’s a patrol standing by. Say the word and they’ll go in and have a look around.

SUMMER: This, er... Might be a little more dangerous than we think.

CAPTAIN: Don’t worry Sir-Charles, my lads can handle it.

SUMMER: Alright then, when you’re ready go ahead.

CAPTAIN: Alright sergeant, stage one.

(The Sergeant speaks into a large field telephone.)

SERGEANT: Calling Orange Patrol, calling Orange Patrol. Your objective number one: reconnoitre and report. Go ahead, over.

20, EXT: WAREHOUSE DOOR

(A Corporal crouching by the door talks into a chunky green walkie-talkie.)

CORPORAL: Orange Patrol calling. There’s no sign of anyone. There’s a door here. Do we go in, over?

21, EXT: COVENT GARDEN MARKET

SERGEANT: Do they go in sir?

CAPTAIN: Give me that.

(He snatches the field telephone.)

CAPTAIN: Hello Orange Patrol? Search entire building, take your time and be prepared for anything.

22, EXT: WAREHOUSE DOOR

CORPORAL: Proceeding into the rest of the warehouse - out.

(He switches off the walkie-talkie, snaps down the aerial and hands it to a subordinate.)

CORPORAL: Take that, follow me and keep down. Let’s go...

(Led by the Corporal, the soldiers pour in, three remaining on guard outside.)

23, INT: WAREHOUSE

(Major Green stands with a pair of slim metal headphones on desperately trying to tune a piece of equipment by twiddling a knob, but all he seems to get is tinny white-noise.)

GREEN: Something’s happening, we’re getting interference... There is a new source of electrical energy close at hand!

(By the internal doors the Corporal and his men creep inside and take positions out of sight. But the War-Machine has seen them as it glides across flashing and bleeping wildly.)

GREEN: Warning-warning-warning! There are intruders, warning!

(The Corporal looks over in shock as he sees the Machine.)

GREEN: att*ck! Destroy the intruders, they must not escape! Cover all the exits! f*re!

(The War-Machine sh**t a jet into the gathered soldiers who retreat in a cloud of gas.)

SOLDIER: Look out, people!

(The Machine pursues them through yet another pile of orange boxes. The soldiers regroup and aim at the machine.)

CORPORAL: f*re!

(They try to sh**t the Machine, but they are unable to. The soldiers thump desperately at their g*n, but they have effectively jammed solid. The Machine fires again, and the soldiers runs off through the doors, the Machine following.)

GREEN: No-one must escape!

(The technicians leap out and engage the soldiers in hand to hand combat. Just as the soldiers seem to be gaining the upper hand, the Machine draws up and blasts one of them d*ad in a spume of gas. The others try to f*re again, but the w*apon are still jammed.)

SOLDIER: Come on lads, let’s get out of here!

(They run for the exit the Machine pursuing and blasting after them.)

24, EXT: COVENT GARDEN MARKET

SERGEANT: Hello Orange Patrol, hello Orange Patrol. Corporal, can you hear me, over?

(He turns to the Captain.)

SERGEANT: I can’t raise them, sir.

25, INT: WAREHOUSE

(Inside the warehouse the battle between the technicians and the soldiers is still raging amidst a smoky atmosphere. (Curiously, Green doesn’t seem to have joined in the fighting.) Every so often the burbling War-Machine swivels, the panel of lights winking on it’s side as it mercilessly uses it’s lump-hammer arms to club men to the ground. It sprays jet after into the fighting humans indiscriminately, but either the power must be failing or it must be too far away as they continue to fight...)

26, EXT: COVENT GARDEN MARKET

(The Doctor walks over to Sir-Charles and the army men, his long cloak swirling.)

DOCTOR: What is happening Sir-Charles?

(Summer lowers his binoculars.)

SUMMER: Ah, we don’t know yet.

(Summer raises the binoculars again.)

DOCTOR: And what is in there?

CAPTAIN: It’s one of our patrols.

27, INT: WAREHOUSE

(The Soldiers limp off helping their injured comrades out.)

GREEN OOV: They must not escape!

(The soldiers turn and flee out of the warehouse doors one after the other in quick succession.)

CORPORAL: Look out! (Still in his corner by the apparatus, Green barks at the Machine.)

GREEN: They must be destroyed!

(The last of the soldiers gets through the doors, and they run down the road. The War-Machine continues to pursue them, it’s re-enforced metal body smashing through the doors like balsa-wood. The soldiers continue to fall back and take up positions further back as the machine glides out.)

28, EXT: COVENT GARDEN MARKET

(A petrified Corporal runs over to the Captain.)

CAPTAIN: What’s the matter Corporal?

CORPORAL: It’s no use sir, they wiped us out!

CAPTAIN: Who did? What are you talking about?

CORPORAL: The Machine, sir!

CAPTAIN: What Machine?

CORPORAL: It’s over there!

(They look into the distance.)

29, EXT: COVENT GARDEN

(The War-Machine trundles down the road. The soldiers from their positions try to f*re again, but they g*n are still jammed. The Machine’s way is blocked by a cart piled with boxes, and with a jet of gas the cart explodes into flames and stands burning and the Machine moves further out. It’s “eye” scans around as it increases it’s pace forward, moving through clouds of gas and burning tarmac f*ring it’s w*apon wildly.)

30, EXT: COVENT GARDEN MARKET

SUMMER: Captain, tell your men to hold their f*re.

CAPTAIN: CEASE f*re!

SUMMER: Lend me your loudhailer. Now listen to me, you are completely surrounded! Stop the machine and come out! If you try any tricks we shall open f*re again!

31, EXT: COVENT GARDEN

SERGEANT OOV: Alright chaps, around this side. Seek and confine the enemy - in your own time... f*re!

(As the machine advances the soldiers try to sh**t it, but fail again. The immense metal bulk knocks over a cart, spilling New-Zealand apples all over the road. The War-Machine continues forward squashing the unfortunate fruit flat as it carves a path down the road. Two soldiers throw a grenade each at the machine and fall back, but there is no expl*si*n. One of the soldiers tries to f*re a large machine g*n at the approaching monstrosity, but it refuses to work like everything else.)

CORPORAL: It’s coming here sir!

SERGEANT: f*re! f*re, man!

(The Sergeant rushes to take the machine g*n, but has no more success.)

SERGEANT: It’s no use sir, it’s jammed! All the g*n are jammed! It must be that thing!

CAPTAIN: I don’t think it can be stopped, sir. We’ll have to evacuate this place and quick.

SUMMER: But we can’t leave now! We can’t let that thing loose over London!

CAPTAIN: It’s no good sir, the w*apon are jamming.

SERGEANT: Look out sir!

(The machine rolls forward with one of it’s mallets outstretched and maliciously knocks a pile of boxes over.)

CAPTAIN: Right, everybody back under cover!

(All the people scurry away apart from the Doctor who rigidly stands his ground, hands on his lapels as the machine slowly advances. The Doctor steps forward a few paces until his face is lit up by the glow from the Machine-creature’s “eye”...)
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