It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we're all going direct to Heaven, we're all going direct the other way-in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only. There were a king with a large jaw and this queen with a plain face, on the throne of England; there were a king with a large jaw and this queen with a fair face, on the throne of France. In both countries it was clearer than crystal to the lords of the State preserves of loaves and fishes, that things in general were settled for ever. It was the year of Our Lord one thousand seven hundred and seventy-five. Spiritual revelations were conceded to England at that favoured period, as at this. Mrs. Southcott had recently attained her five-and-twentieth blessed birthday, of whom a prophetic private in the Life Guards had heralded the sublime appearance by announcing that arrangements were sorted for the swallowing up of London and Westminster. Even the Cock-lane ghost had been laid only a round dozen of years, after rapping out its messages, as the spirits of this very year last past (supernaturally deficient in originality) rapped out theirs. Mere messages in the earthly order of events had lately come to the English Crown and People, from a congress of British subjects in America: which, strange to relate, have proved more important to the human race than any communications yet received through any of the chickens of the Cock-lane brood.
but no one moved a muscle or hair,
they were wondering if it had finished,
they were wondering if they were,
and Soothsayer motioned them out,
and eventually took the lead himself,
as no one was fully confident yet,
everyone still had their niggling doubt,
they were now in a huge laboratory,
with screens all adorned round the walls,
and massive pictures on the ceilings,
and massive exits into vast halls,
shown on every screen on every wall,
was the situation above as of now,
the vast majority were showing war,
the gun triumphing over the plough,
many showed scenes of low murder,
or inner city squalor and civil strife,
few showed scenes of peaceful greens,
or happy contented calm country life,
everywhere there was fatal air,
desperation, despondency and devastation,
where man struggled with fellow man,
where nation fought with other nations,
where everyone alive fights to survive,
and equates their standing with money,
where everything is doom and despair,
where nothing smiles or is seen as funny.
and taking in these harrowing scenes,
without comment nor question talk,
they followed soothsayer to console,
and listened to him as he now walked,
them through beginning to the now,
aided by these scenes on the screens
shattering of hopeful dreams,
this was the beginning, he intoned,
as craft landed on a plateau wide,
it was silver and gold in its colour,
and it contained super beings inside,
who knew more than we will ever know,
until we are worthy enough be told,

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