The Mind GamesI was having a nightmare. I remember going to bed in London after resigning my position as a cog in the Wheel but can't even remember waking up again before finding myself here, in this picturesque little Italianate square with its well trimmed box parterres and a tinkling fountain, surrounded by quaint little shops with candy striped awnings. On the skyline there was a more imposing building capped by a verdigris coloured copper dome like a renaissance observatory.and using your imagination, you can watch the very latest SF Spy thriller, the Mind Games. Don't leave it till too late in the evening. You might need your beauty sleep.
"Where am I?"
"In The Village", said a voice I'd never heard before, speaking through the tannoys of some distributed public address system which made the voice seem to echo as if it came from everywhere and nowhere.
"Who are you?"
"The new Number two."
"Who is Number One?"
"YOU are #4,367,824,000,006... we'll call you 006, for short!"
"I am not a number. I'm a human being with free will..." After a brief interlude of sarcastically derisive laughter from the speakers I got in another question."Whose side are you on?"