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had a lounge with color TV, Ping-Pong, a pool table,
paperbacks, pornography, and vending machines.
Sometimes, though rarely, a few were even given leave
to come into the neighboring town for a drink at the Old
Towne Inn or at Fred's Fries in Madder, or for a pizza
at Mama Marco's, or a movie at the Hope Street
Cinema, or to drop something off at the post office. Of
course, the scientists purposely did not often visit the
town they called "the target." They stayed at the base
and worked; they were good boys, their reports said.
Race, Caucasian; marital status, single; average IQ,
135; average age, twenty-nine.
Their chief—known to his young staff as Dr.
Splatterpuke, Dr. Faustus, Dr. Flatus, Dr. No, Tom the
Bomb, the Archangel, and Herr Snotindernosen—Dr.
Thomas Svatopluk had been all that Monday evening in
conference with two government representatives who
had, all on their own, borrowed a helicopter to come
see what the secret base was up to. They had learned
of its existence inadvertently and were determined now
to take credit for supporting it, or take credit for
stopping it, or stop each other from taking credit for