IGNOMINIOUS INTRODUCTION
The Operation Mondo Perversion mission was moving ahead successfully and as planned. The
phony Sex Commandos, Lieutenant Jonah Wallace and his GI platoon, were now the de facto Sex
Commandos. The military servicemen prepared to exit the Wardak and enter the Experiment
Division X-74 prison facility.
The five GIs in the Wardak's passenger compartment unbuckled their seatbelts. The soldiers
glanced at one another in nervous expectation of this unprecedented look inside a concealed, top-
secret Pan-Eurasian Axis prison facility. The infantrymen all waited for Lieutenant Plenty to open
the hatch for them.
Lieutenant Plenty unstrapped herself from the command bridge's pilot's chair and she left the
spaceflight deck and went to open the exit hatch. With Jonah standing right there beside her, the
beautiful lady lieutenant pressed a button and the exit hatch opened up. Jonah took a look through
the hatchway to see what he was facing out there. The GI platoon leader saw Officer Fuckhead and
a division of nine very-serious-looking Pan-Eurasian Axis guards standing around impatiently in the
spacecraft landing bay waiting to receive their new Mars arrivals.
“If you're interested, there's another Sex Commando training session waiting for you when you're
done on Mars,” Lieutenant Plenty whispered into Jonah's ear.
Jonah turned and looked into Lieutenant Plenty's gorgeous eyes. The soldier grinned. “I'll take you
up on that,” Jonah replied.
With Jonah leading the way, the Pan-American Armed Forces GIs climbed out of the Wardak. The
soldiers were instantly surrounded by a phalanx of grim-faced Pan-Eurasian Axis guards. Jonah
looked around the spacecraft landing bay. He scanned the spacecraft hangar and he made some
quick observations, taking mental notes of what he saw in the large room.
Jonah saw lots of pipes and hoses and tools; he saw supply containers and fuel containers of all
sizes. Jonah observed two massive orange heavy-duty all-terrain tractors that were used for doing
work outside the prison facility in the fully-exposed Martian atmosphere. Jonah also noted a row of
two-dozen pressurized red-colored astronaut spacesuits hanging on a rack in a compartment in one
corner of the landing bay. And right next to the red astronaut spacesuits he saw a portal to a walk-in
airlock chamber. Above the airlock chamber's entrance portal was a red sign that read AIRLOCK
EXIT: MARS SURFACE.
Anxious to get the hell out of the Pan-Eurasian Axis enemy facility, Lieutenant Plenty stepped out of
the Wardak's exit hatch and she walked straight up to Officer Fuckhead with something to say to the
Pan-Eurasian Axis soldier. Lieutenant Plenty raised her right arm to Officer Fuckhead in a Pan-
Eurasian Axis military salute. Officer Fuckhead acknowledged the disguised Pan-American Armed
Forces space vessel pilot's salute by saluting her in return.
“This is strictly a taxi flight,” Lieutenant Plenty informed Officer Fuckhead. Lieutenant Plenty
tapped the glass face of the watch on her left wrist with her index finger. “I'm scheduled to be en
route to Ganymede in ten minutes. I'm cleared for takeoff, right?”
“Ganymede?” Officer Fuckhead asked inquisitively.
“Yes, Ganymede is on my official itinerary,” Lieutenant Plenty replied.
Lieutenant Plenty watched Officer Fuckhead eye her curiously and then look downward to consult
his Rogers iBrain. The undercover army woman tried to act normal as she waited for clearance to
leave the prison. While Officer Fuckhead stared at his Rogers iBrain screen, Lieutenant Plenty
exchanged intense glances with Jonah. It seemed to Lieutenant Plenty as though Officer Fuckhead
was taking forever to run a check on his computer. Finally the Pan-Eurasian Axis thug-creep
finished consulting his Rogers iBrain and he looked up from the hand-held device and at Lieutenant
Plenty.
Officer Fuckhead looked away from Lieutenant Plenty and he peered over her right shoulder at the
Wardak. Specifically he looked at the mangled laser-gun turret mounted on the space transport
ship's stern.
“What happened to that rear gun of your ship?” Officer Fuckhead asked suspiciously. Officer
Fuckhead nodded his head at the charred, mutilated laser weapon on the stern of the Wardak.
Lieutenant Plenty glanced at the wrecked laser-gun. “That?” Lieutenant Plenty said. “Oh that. Uh,
we ran into a Pan-American gunboat patrol just after we left earth. They fired on us and we took
the hit. But as you can see we managed to escape. That's why I'm here with your Sex Commando
delivery.”
“It's not MY delivery,” Officer Fuckhead replied, his tone embarrassed and self-conscious. Officer
Fuckhead looked down at his Rogers iBrain momentarily. “The Sex Commandos are for Warden
Blaskowitz. They're not for me. Did you report the Pan-American gunboat attack to Tehran?”
“Of course I did,” Lieutenant Plenty answered unpleasantly. “Did I have any choice but to report
it? It's my duty.” Lieutenant Plenty paused for a beat. “Any other questions?”
Officer Fuckhead leered at the sexy female army lieutenant mistrustfully. Then the Pan-Eurasian
Axis guard nodded in the affirmative.
“Leave then,” Officer Fuckhead snapped at Lieutenant Plenty. “Get the hell out of here.”
Whew, Lieutenant Plenty thought to herself. This gorilla's not going to block my exit. Lieutenant
Plenty had the all-clear to depart from Experiment Division X-74 immediately. Officer Fuckhead
wasn't going to oppose her departure. Officer Fuckhead had bought it all. He'd believed that
Lieutenant Plenty was a Pan-Eurasian Axis starship pilot and he believed her story about a Pan-
American Armed Forces gunboat attack on the transport spacecraft. Technically speaking, the
gunboat attack on the Wardak was partially true. The Wardak had been attacked by a Pan-
American Armed Forces gunboat, that gunboat being the Texas Slayer.
Lieutenant Plenty nodded professionally at Officer Fuckhead. Then with a quick flirtatious smile at
Jonah, the lovely lieutenant marched back to the Wardak and she climbed into the space transport
vessel. The hatch closed behind her and she scrambled into the command bridge. Once in the
spaceflight deck, Lieutenant Plenty buckled herself into the command bridge's pilot's chair and she
got ready for liftoff.
Easy in, easy out, Lieutenant Plenty thought to herself proudly as she readied the Wardak for
spaceflight. Divine perfection, glorious deception. That's why we're going to win this war. We're
way smarter than those stupid apes.
And in another section of the Experiment Division X-74 correctional institution a mile-and-a-half
away from the disembarking space studs in the landing bay, Warden Marie Louise Blaskowitz sat in
her head warden's office watching hardcore X-rated porno videos of Dr. Fu Wang's prison lab sex
experiments. Warden Blaskowitz was enjoying a video of Dr. Wang standing in his white
physician's uniform with his pants wrapped around his ankles screwing a female prisoner on a
gurney in his sex experiment laboratory.
Officer Zombie walked into Warden Blaskowitz's office to give her the news of the arrival of her
contracted sex-trade workers at the Mars prison facility.
“Are you ready to be studded like a queen?” Officer Zombie asked Warden Blaskowitz.
“Why?” Warden Blaskowitz asked excitedly. “The Sex Commandos are here?”
“They are,” Officer Zombie replied smugly. “A transport shuttle just arrived to drop them off.”
“Ah, magnificent!” Warden Blaskowitz said brightly, her spirits greatly enlivened by the welcome
information. “After they've been cleansed I'll conduct my inspection.”
And back in the spacecraft landing bay a mile-and-a-half away across the vast prison complex,
Jonah and his Sex Argonauts were getting started with the Experiment Division X-74 visitor intake
process. The bogus Sex Commandos were instructed to sit in an electric transport bus.
“We're taking you to the decontamination chamber,” Officer Fuckhead said to the fake Sex
Commandos. “Get in.”
While the star studs got into the electric transport bus, the spacecraft landing bay's retractable ceiling
opened up above them. Behind the electric transport bus the Wardak ascended slowly upwards into
the spacecraft airlock chamber. With Lieutenant Plenty skillfully guiding the Pan-Eurasian Axis
space transport ship, the Wardak disappeared into the airlock chamber and the retractable ceiling
closed shut underneath it.
A large door swung open in the spacecraft hangar and the electric bus holding the GIs moved
through the door. The space studs were being shuttled like breeding stallions out of the spacecraft
landing bay and into the main Experiment Division X-74 prison superstructure.
As the electric transport bus transferred Jonah and his GIs through the hallway arteries of
Experiment Division X-74, Jonah's piercing eyes darted to the left and to the right of the prison
facility as he scanned the internal operations and layout of the Pan-Eurasian Axis installation.
Jonah decided to place a telepathic psi-call to Sergeant Martin Hill. Let's see if everything I'm
observing here is getting through to our team, Jonah said to himself. Just by thinking about it Jonah
was able to turn on a psychic two-way radio within his mind. Jonah mentally adjusted a telepathic
channel in his brain that allowed him to make psychic contact with Space Station Omega, the Pan-
American Armed Forces space station orbiting the planet earth.
Telepathic thought is instantaneous. A psi-call is received by the recipient the instant the sender
sends it, no matter how far away the sender might be. It doesn't matter if the two people
communicating with one another are at opposite ends of the universe -- the thoughts are picked up
the instant they're thought.
Psychic communication seems to travel super fast, as fast as the speed of light even. In reality,
psychic communication moves much faster than the speed of light. In fact, psychic communication
is so incredibly fast it doesn't really travel at all, it's just there. In a person-to-person telepathic
transmission it's as though the minds of the sender and the receiver become one. Thus, the thoughts
sent by the psychic transmitter register instantaneously with the receiver simply as the receiver's
own thoughts. But even though the receiver receives the thoughts from the psychic transmitter
instantly, it can sometimes take a few seconds for the receiver to realize that the thoughts he's
hearing in his mind are not his own thoughts and are in fact third-party telepathic transmissions being
sent to him from another human being.
Are you getting this? Jonah put to Sergeant Martin Hill at Space Station Omega with only a psychic
thought in his mind. You seeing what I'm seeing?
Back at Space Station Omega, Sergeant Martin Hill stood in the busy communications center with a
team of thriving military professionals. Sergeant Hill and his crew of communications technicians
were looking at Lieutenant Jonah Wallace's visual and auditory brainjack feed on a bank of 12 video
screens mounted on a wall in the space station's communications center. A large, primary video
monitor in the middle of the wall in the Space Station Omega communications center displayed
every image that Jonah was seeing through his own eyes. All that Jonah surveyed visually showed
up on that screen. The audio in Jonah's ears was tapped as well. Every sound that Jonah heard
was instantly picked up and transmitted to the Space Station Omega communications center for
analysis and review also. Jonah was essentially a remote human video camera and microphone for
the Pan-American Armed Forces war effort.
Some GIs had a problem with brainjacking. They didn't react well to it. The knowledge that
everything they did was being observed by other people made some soldiers feel very
uncomfortable. As such, their job performance was adversely affected. Those soldiers would either
carelessly showboat for the camera and get whacked in the process, or in other cases they'd shy
away from doing anything meaningful and the mission would never get properly executed.
Not Jonah. Jonah Wallace was a human monitoring device transmitting his experiences to third
parties and his role as a human camera and a human microphone didn't faze Jonah in the least. He
loved it. Jonah was supremely relaxed with being cast as the matinee idol. Jonah was quite content
functioning as the star of the movie. He relished it. If ever there was one man who didn't suffer
from stage fright it was Lieutenant Jonah “The King” Wallace. Jonah had no difficulty functioning
normally with the knowledge that everything he thought and did was being closely scrutinized by a
remote communications team which included strangers who he didn't know and who in most cases
he would never meet. Jonah just brushed it off and forgot all about the invasive personal
surveillance and he got on with the show.
You there, Sarge? Jonah asked Sergeant Hill telepathically. Are you seeing all this?
Back at Space Station Omega Sergeant Hill felt Jonah's presence, he could feel Jonah take hold of
him.
Is that you, Jonah? Sergeant Hill asked psychically in response to Jonah's telepathic communication.
Yeah, it's me, Jonah said psychically across the great vast distance of outer space. Can you see all
this shit?
Yes, Sergeant Hill thought telepathically to Jonah. Yes, we can see and hear it all. My god! It's
fantastic! It's amazing! The material you're sending -- it's absolutely invaluable! It's phenomenal!
Great work! How is the mission proceeding from your end?
Like clockwork, Jonah said psychically to Sergeant Hill. So far, so good. Every minute we get
closer to Blaskowitz.
Excellent, Sergeant Hill thought telepathically to Jonah from Space Station Omega. Where are the
Pan-Eurasians taking your now?
To a decontamination chamber for a scrub-down, Jonah transmitted psychically to Sergeant Hill.
Very good, Sergeant Hill thought clairvoyantly to Lieutenant Wallace. Carry on then. I'm here if
you need any input. If you need help you know we'll do what we can. Keep in touch.
Over and out, Jonah said telepathically to Sergeant Hill on the psychic telephone line. Jonah
terminated the psi-call. Jonah flicked a switch in his mind and turned off the telepathic radio
channel in his brain. Jonah shifted his mind away from Sergeant Hill and Space Station Omega and
he brought his head exclusively back to Mars and to Experiment Division X-74 and to the matter at
hand.
The Operation Mondo Perversion mission was moving ahead successfully and as planned. The
phony Sex Commandos, Lieutenant Jonah Wallace and his GI platoon, were now the de facto Sex
Commandos. The military servicemen prepared to exit the Wardak and enter the Experiment
Division X-74 prison facility.
The five GIs in the Wardak's passenger compartment unbuckled their seatbelts. The soldiers
glanced at one another in nervous expectation of this unprecedented look inside a concealed, top-
secret Pan-Eurasian Axis prison facility. The infantrymen all waited for Lieutenant Plenty to open
the hatch for them.
Lieutenant Plenty unstrapped herself from the command bridge's pilot's chair and she left the
spaceflight deck and went to open the exit hatch. With Jonah standing right there beside her, the
beautiful lady lieutenant pressed a button and the exit hatch opened up. Jonah took a look through
the hatchway to see what he was facing out there. The GI platoon leader saw Officer Fuckhead and
a division of nine very-serious-looking Pan-Eurasian Axis guards standing around impatiently in the
spacecraft landing bay waiting to receive their new Mars arrivals.
“If you're interested, there's another Sex Commando training session waiting for you when you're
done on Mars,” Lieutenant Plenty whispered into Jonah's ear.
Jonah turned and looked into Lieutenant Plenty's gorgeous eyes. The soldier grinned. “I'll take you
up on that,” Jonah replied.
With Jonah leading the way, the Pan-American Armed Forces GIs climbed out of the Wardak. The
soldiers were instantly surrounded by a phalanx of grim-faced Pan-Eurasian Axis guards. Jonah
looked around the spacecraft landing bay. He scanned the spacecraft hangar and he made some
quick observations, taking mental notes of what he saw in the large room.
Jonah saw lots of pipes and hoses and tools; he saw supply containers and fuel containers of all
sizes. Jonah observed two massive orange heavy-duty all-terrain tractors that were used for doing
work outside the prison facility in the fully-exposed Martian atmosphere. Jonah also noted a row of
two-dozen pressurized red-colored astronaut spacesuits hanging on a rack in a compartment in one
corner of the landing bay. And right next to the red astronaut spacesuits he saw a portal to a walk-in
airlock chamber. Above the airlock chamber's entrance portal was a red sign that read AIRLOCK
EXIT: MARS SURFACE.
Anxious to get the hell out of the Pan-Eurasian Axis enemy facility, Lieutenant Plenty stepped out of
the Wardak's exit hatch and she walked straight up to Officer Fuckhead with something to say to the
Pan-Eurasian Axis soldier. Lieutenant Plenty raised her right arm to Officer Fuckhead in a Pan-
Eurasian Axis military salute. Officer Fuckhead acknowledged the disguised Pan-American Armed
Forces space vessel pilot's salute by saluting her in return.
“This is strictly a taxi flight,” Lieutenant Plenty informed Officer Fuckhead. Lieutenant Plenty
tapped the glass face of the watch on her left wrist with her index finger. “I'm scheduled to be en
route to Ganymede in ten minutes. I'm cleared for takeoff, right?”
“Ganymede?” Officer Fuckhead asked inquisitively.
“Yes, Ganymede is on my official itinerary,” Lieutenant Plenty replied.
Lieutenant Plenty watched Officer Fuckhead eye her curiously and then look downward to consult
his Rogers iBrain. The undercover army woman tried to act normal as she waited for clearance to
leave the prison. While Officer Fuckhead stared at his Rogers iBrain screen, Lieutenant Plenty
exchanged intense glances with Jonah. It seemed to Lieutenant Plenty as though Officer Fuckhead
was taking forever to run a check on his computer. Finally the Pan-Eurasian Axis thug-creep
finished consulting his Rogers iBrain and he looked up from the hand-held device and at Lieutenant
Plenty.
Officer Fuckhead looked away from Lieutenant Plenty and he peered over her right shoulder at the
Wardak. Specifically he looked at the mangled laser-gun turret mounted on the space transport
ship's stern.
“What happened to that rear gun of your ship?” Officer Fuckhead asked suspiciously. Officer
Fuckhead nodded his head at the charred, mutilated laser weapon on the stern of the Wardak.
Lieutenant Plenty glanced at the wrecked laser-gun. “That?” Lieutenant Plenty said. “Oh that. Uh,
we ran into a Pan-American gunboat patrol just after we left earth. They fired on us and we took
the hit. But as you can see we managed to escape. That's why I'm here with your Sex Commando
delivery.”
“It's not MY delivery,” Officer Fuckhead replied, his tone embarrassed and self-conscious. Officer
Fuckhead looked down at his Rogers iBrain momentarily. “The Sex Commandos are for Warden
Blaskowitz. They're not for me. Did you report the Pan-American gunboat attack to Tehran?”
“Of course I did,” Lieutenant Plenty answered unpleasantly. “Did I have any choice but to report
it? It's my duty.” Lieutenant Plenty paused for a beat. “Any other questions?”
Officer Fuckhead leered at the sexy female army lieutenant mistrustfully. Then the Pan-Eurasian
Axis guard nodded in the affirmative.
“Leave then,” Officer Fuckhead snapped at Lieutenant Plenty. “Get the hell out of here.”
Whew, Lieutenant Plenty thought to herself. This gorilla's not going to block my exit. Lieutenant
Plenty had the all-clear to depart from Experiment Division X-74 immediately. Officer Fuckhead
wasn't going to oppose her departure. Officer Fuckhead had bought it all. He'd believed that
Lieutenant Plenty was a Pan-Eurasian Axis starship pilot and he believed her story about a Pan-
American Armed Forces gunboat attack on the transport spacecraft. Technically speaking, the
gunboat attack on the Wardak was partially true. The Wardak had been attacked by a Pan-
American Armed Forces gunboat, that gunboat being the Texas Slayer.
Lieutenant Plenty nodded professionally at Officer Fuckhead. Then with a quick flirtatious smile at
Jonah, the lovely lieutenant marched back to the Wardak and she climbed into the space transport
vessel. The hatch closed behind her and she scrambled into the command bridge. Once in the
spaceflight deck, Lieutenant Plenty buckled herself into the command bridge's pilot's chair and she
got ready for liftoff.
Easy in, easy out, Lieutenant Plenty thought to herself proudly as she readied the Wardak for
spaceflight. Divine perfection, glorious deception. That's why we're going to win this war. We're
way smarter than those stupid apes.
And in another section of the Experiment Division X-74 correctional institution a mile-and-a-half
away from the disembarking space studs in the landing bay, Warden Marie Louise Blaskowitz sat in
her head warden's office watching hardcore X-rated porno videos of Dr. Fu Wang's prison lab sex
experiments. Warden Blaskowitz was enjoying a video of Dr. Wang standing in his white
physician's uniform with his pants wrapped around his ankles screwing a female prisoner on a
gurney in his sex experiment laboratory.
Officer Zombie walked into Warden Blaskowitz's office to give her the news of the arrival of her
contracted sex-trade workers at the Mars prison facility.
“Are you ready to be studded like a queen?” Officer Zombie asked Warden Blaskowitz.
“Why?” Warden Blaskowitz asked excitedly. “The Sex Commandos are here?”
“They are,” Officer Zombie replied smugly. “A transport shuttle just arrived to drop them off.”
“Ah, magnificent!” Warden Blaskowitz said brightly, her spirits greatly enlivened by the welcome
information. “After they've been cleansed I'll conduct my inspection.”
And back in the spacecraft landing bay a mile-and-a-half away across the vast prison complex,
Jonah and his Sex Argonauts were getting started with the Experiment Division X-74 visitor intake
process. The bogus Sex Commandos were instructed to sit in an electric transport bus.
“We're taking you to the decontamination chamber,” Officer Fuckhead said to the fake Sex
Commandos. “Get in.”
While the star studs got into the electric transport bus, the spacecraft landing bay's retractable ceiling
opened up above them. Behind the electric transport bus the Wardak ascended slowly upwards into
the spacecraft airlock chamber. With Lieutenant Plenty skillfully guiding the Pan-Eurasian Axis
space transport ship, the Wardak disappeared into the airlock chamber and the retractable ceiling
closed shut underneath it.
A large door swung open in the spacecraft hangar and the electric bus holding the GIs moved
through the door. The space studs were being shuttled like breeding stallions out of the spacecraft
landing bay and into the main Experiment Division X-74 prison superstructure.
As the electric transport bus transferred Jonah and his GIs through the hallway arteries of
Experiment Division X-74, Jonah's piercing eyes darted to the left and to the right of the prison
facility as he scanned the internal operations and layout of the Pan-Eurasian Axis installation.
Jonah decided to place a telepathic psi-call to Sergeant Martin Hill. Let's see if everything I'm
observing here is getting through to our team, Jonah said to himself. Just by thinking about it Jonah
was able to turn on a psychic two-way radio within his mind. Jonah mentally adjusted a telepathic
channel in his brain that allowed him to make psychic contact with Space Station Omega, the Pan-
American Armed Forces space station orbiting the planet earth.
Telepathic thought is instantaneous. A psi-call is received by the recipient the instant the sender
sends it, no matter how far away the sender might be. It doesn't matter if the two people
communicating with one another are at opposite ends of the universe -- the thoughts are picked up
the instant they're thought.
Psychic communication seems to travel super fast, as fast as the speed of light even. In reality,
psychic communication moves much faster than the speed of light. In fact, psychic communication
is so incredibly fast it doesn't really travel at all, it's just there. In a person-to-person telepathic
transmission it's as though the minds of the sender and the receiver become one. Thus, the thoughts
sent by the psychic transmitter register instantaneously with the receiver simply as the receiver's
own thoughts. But even though the receiver receives the thoughts from the psychic transmitter
instantly, it can sometimes take a few seconds for the receiver to realize that the thoughts he's
hearing in his mind are not his own thoughts and are in fact third-party telepathic transmissions being
sent to him from another human being.
Are you getting this? Jonah put to Sergeant Martin Hill at Space Station Omega with only a psychic
thought in his mind. You seeing what I'm seeing?
Back at Space Station Omega, Sergeant Martin Hill stood in the busy communications center with a
team of thriving military professionals. Sergeant Hill and his crew of communications technicians
were looking at Lieutenant Jonah Wallace's visual and auditory brainjack feed on a bank of 12 video
screens mounted on a wall in the space station's communications center. A large, primary video
monitor in the middle of the wall in the Space Station Omega communications center displayed
every image that Jonah was seeing through his own eyes. All that Jonah surveyed visually showed
up on that screen. The audio in Jonah's ears was tapped as well. Every sound that Jonah heard
was instantly picked up and transmitted to the Space Station Omega communications center for
analysis and review also. Jonah was essentially a remote human video camera and microphone for
the Pan-American Armed Forces war effort.
Some GIs had a problem with brainjacking. They didn't react well to it. The knowledge that
everything they did was being observed by other people made some soldiers feel very
uncomfortable. As such, their job performance was adversely affected. Those soldiers would either
carelessly showboat for the camera and get whacked in the process, or in other cases they'd shy
away from doing anything meaningful and the mission would never get properly executed.
Not Jonah. Jonah Wallace was a human monitoring device transmitting his experiences to third
parties and his role as a human camera and a human microphone didn't faze Jonah in the least. He
loved it. Jonah was supremely relaxed with being cast as the matinee idol. Jonah was quite content
functioning as the star of the movie. He relished it. If ever there was one man who didn't suffer
from stage fright it was Lieutenant Jonah “The King” Wallace. Jonah had no difficulty functioning
normally with the knowledge that everything he thought and did was being closely scrutinized by a
remote communications team which included strangers who he didn't know and who in most cases
he would never meet. Jonah just brushed it off and forgot all about the invasive personal
surveillance and he got on with the show.
You there, Sarge? Jonah asked Sergeant Hill telepathically. Are you seeing all this?
Back at Space Station Omega Sergeant Hill felt Jonah's presence, he could feel Jonah take hold of
him.
Is that you, Jonah? Sergeant Hill asked psychically in response to Jonah's telepathic communication.
Yeah, it's me, Jonah said psychically across the great vast distance of outer space. Can you see all
this shit?
Yes, Sergeant Hill thought telepathically to Jonah. Yes, we can see and hear it all. My god! It's
fantastic! It's amazing! The material you're sending -- it's absolutely invaluable! It's phenomenal!
Great work! How is the mission proceeding from your end?
Like clockwork, Jonah said psychically to Sergeant Hill. So far, so good. Every minute we get
closer to Blaskowitz.
Excellent, Sergeant Hill thought telepathically to Jonah from Space Station Omega. Where are the
Pan-Eurasians taking your now?
To a decontamination chamber for a scrub-down, Jonah transmitted psychically to Sergeant Hill.
Very good, Sergeant Hill thought clairvoyantly to Lieutenant Wallace. Carry on then. I'm here if
you need any input. If you need help you know we'll do what we can. Keep in touch.
Over and out, Jonah said telepathically to Sergeant Hill on the psychic telephone line. Jonah
terminated the psi-call. Jonah flicked a switch in his mind and turned off the telepathic radio
channel in his brain. Jonah shifted his mind away from Sergeant Hill and Space Station Omega and
he brought his head exclusively back to Mars and to Experiment Division X-74 and to the matter at
hand.
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