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"Fire odor, the scent of a fallen meteor, hot metal A ship has come from another world The brass smell, the dusty fire smell of burned powder, sulphur, and rocket brimstone"

This information, stah yellow cogs into further machines

Click-chakk-chakk-chakk

A calculator ht nine Nine e on tape which slithered and vanished

Clickety-click-chakk-chakk

The city awaited the soft tread of their rubberoid boots

The great city nostrils dilated again

The s reat Nose broke down into memories of milk, cheese, ice cream, butter, the effluvium of a dairy economy

Click-click

"Careful, men!"

"Jones, get your gun out Don't be a fool!"

"The city's dead; orry?"

"You can't tell"

Now, at the barking talk, the Ears awoke After centuries of listening to winds that blew srow softly in the ti snows, now the Ears oiled thereat druht pu The Ears listened and the Nose siphoned up great chambers of odor

The perspiration of frightened men arose There were islands of sweat under their aruns