C221 None of Them Were Useful
The discussion sounded like ants chewing on tree leaves, and there was no end to it.
Shylock's expression was serious as he placed the Civilization Staff on his abdomen with one hand and a monocle in the other. Behind him, three analysts were sweating profusely in front of a miniature Holo-Brain. Finally, one of them went up to him with a pale face and said in a low voice