


I start this journal now for the events that follow I believe will alter the course of a nation. The figure hunched over the keyboard, his anxiety at fever pitch, and proceeded to enter his data. Instantly, the bright green letters responded.

He turned on a switch the screen came alive and he typed in a code. The owner and sole occupant of this room crossed to a chair in front of a computer-driven word processor and sat down. The right wall glistened with the reflection of stainless steel, and the quiet whirr of a dust-inhibiting, dust-removing air-conditioning unit ensured pristine cleanliness. Instead, they represented the most contemporary equipment of high technology. The objets d'art, however, were neither from antiquity nor from the progressive stages of historical artistry. The room was small and confining but not without ornamentation. He switched on the light, the low-wattage bulb creating shadows throughout the confined, panelled study. He closed the door and, by rote, quickly made his way across the spotless black vinyl floor to a brass table lamp on his left. The silhouetted figure in the doorway rushed into the dark, windowless room.
