Raymond did not spend much time compiling the code.
But Tuesday's tardiness had wasted half an hour of Raymond's time.
During that half an hour, Raymond was putting together an inexplicable machine.
Even so, the audience never lost interest.
On the contrary, they increased severalfold.
At this moment, they were all waiting for Raymond to give them an answer.
That answer possibly meant that the future of mankind could not resist the attacks of aliens.
..
Los Angeles.
77 Lipper Avenue.
Masonic building, 13th floor, 1308.
"Howard. You're our best man. Can you make anything out of his code?"
A ridiculously buxom woman walked up to Howard's back and wrapped Howard's arm in several layers of mammaries.
"Thunder God's code... is that something meant for humans to understand?" Howard drawled almost lazily.
Previously, when Raymond was writing Tuesday, Howard had gotten in touch with his friends.
