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Автор Oli Smith
Nuclear Time
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Nuclear Time
OLI SMITH
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Published in 2010 by BBC Books, an imprint of Ebury Publishing.
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The radio hissed static for a second, squealing as the dial searched for the right frequency.
The garbled voice of an announcer suddenly faded to silence on the word 'Brothers', and Doctor Albert Gilroy spun the volume up to maximum.In the dark lighting of the computer lab, silhouetted against the warm orange glow of the overhead projector, he thrust the sleeves of his lab coat up his arms and prepared his best air-guitar stance as the soft opening riff built in intensity and the high-hat skittered away underneath. The electric guitar solo squealed in and Albert began, vibrato-ing thin air with his left hand and nodding
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his head in a fashion that was completely wasted on his closely cropped blonde hair.
'Who's that lady?' the radio sang.
'Who's that lady?' Albert warbled an echo.
'Beautiful lady. '
The double fire doors to the lab slammed noisily open, and Albert scrambled into some semblance of a dignified stance as he spun around and pushed his glasses back up his nose.
