Rochester Inn

[Lanakov]

The professor shook Noam and Samuel's hands warmly and took a seat.
It was about time he could sit in Rochester with his fellows and friends.
The last weeks were dedicated to try to establish a contact with his team,which diseappeared in Kansas two months ago.It proved rather unsuccessful until now,and he was about to give up,resigning to the worst possibilities.They knew the risks...

"I've been visiting some friends in Gallia recently,Noam.I had the opportunity of consulting gallic libraries about you-know-what.
The operation you are about to endure has been attempted on Ancient France,for apparently getting rid of **** **********,without the need of nuking anything.
The results have been compelled by a writer named Bernard Werber.
The Operation "Ultime Secret" as they called it was a success.
Although difficult and having nasty effects (exactly the ones you mentioned in your letter),it proved efficient in stopping the ********.And some subjects managed over the time to regain what they had lost...

But I'll tell you about all this in space,there are a lot of...confidential materials you need to know before we proceed.My friend is ready to help you."
He handed his glass.
"For the sake of humanity !"

He turned to Samuel Sprolf,and wondered how he managed to get so many different colours on his labcoat.He looked like a really busy man,in a fashion that impressed the professor.Despite this,something disturbed him,something he felt the need to ask.

"Doctor,dear colleague,your suit...
Does it attract ladies ?"

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