The secretary was slower than usual.  Clive cursed himself.  Forgetting to recharge an Excell28 was unforgivable.  Clive stopped grinding his teeth, relaxed his hands and waited for his secretary to catch up.  You only needed to remember what life was like without Braun Excell units.  The old days when you typed on a manual,…

 What was it that sent them to him?  The Pitman wondered and stood, stretching his arms over his head. The Pitman, known by name and revered in his craft stood an inch over six feet tall, he tossed his head from side to side, long ebony hair flopping, tension snapping from his neck. Pitman would…