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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
Shutting off the thoughts of his various brains from any probing mind that might be eavesdropping, he said to himself, Always, always they’re near a man! You go out of your hut and there’s a god, a big golden globe hanging in the air shoving its tentacles at you and reading your mind. You come down the mine shaft and every hundred feet or so you see the yellow luminosity. Why can’t they leave us alone! Why can’t they stick to their temples, and exact their worship on Orbsday, instead of all week long, all day long, every day in the year!
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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
Shutting off the thoughts of his various brains from any probing mind that might be eavesdropping, he said to himself, Always, always they’re near a man! You go out of your hut and there’s a god, a big golden globe hanging in the air shoving its tentacles at you and reading your mind. You come down the mine shaft and every hundred feet or so you see the yellow luminosity. Why can’t they leave us alone! Why can’t they stick to their temples, and exact their worship on Orbsday, instead of all week long, all day long, every day in the year!