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==='''c. 2566 BC''', [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ancient_Egypt '''Ancient Egypt''']=== [[Image:Great-Pyramid.gif|The Great Pyramid construction c. 2566 b.c.]] [[Image:1153clock.gif|frame|the Doomsday Clock time...]] :: A short dusky man runs in a scuttling waddle up the cut and dressed blocks of limestone, basalt and granite slabs in the shadow of the Great, but currently unfinished, Pyramid of Giza. He is dressed in a drab ocher-green cloth running from his neck to his ankles. His feet and hands are bare, scuffling along the heavy stone walk that leads up and into the pyramid. <br> The servant is small with angular features, his toes appear webbed as they move quickly back and forth in small steps. His fingers webbed as well as he rings them in worry one over the other. <br> <br> ::: <font color=darkred>'''''CUT-SCENE: another time and place, cool and musty'''''</font> ::: <font color=darkred>The smell of cigar and brandy permeate the room. The dark flicker of a gaslight lamp or two cascade across the finely crafted dark oak wood furniture and shelves. Leather and brass fittings can be seen elsewhere at quick glance, but it is the clocks that are the focal points. They crowd this room at every empty desk spot, floor space and shelf nook. ::: Tall majestic grandfather clocks of multiple variety, strange little and large cuckoo clocks, ancient and interesting hand wound clocks, small clocks on leather or mettle bands, fine and frayed pocket watches.... they all sit in their place as if this space is a museum of the mechanisms. Strangely though not a peep of sound utters from any of the time pieces. Not a tick-tock of familiar time clicks can be heard. The strange circumstance of these broken clocks all seem to have come to rest on the hour of 11:53 p.m. But stranger still is the last clock we flash on before returning to the Egyptian plaza. One clock does not have a face, it does not have mettle or wooden built hands - yet it reads the same stopped time of seven minutes to midnight... This clock has its own illumination, this clock's time is written in numbers, this clock blinks in a sickly glowing green tone....!''</font> Good points all arunod. Truly appreciated.
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