DEEP TIME hesitated to invade your consciousness for so long. You were getting irritated.

“They’re late!” you moaned as you paced around the room, stamping out cigarette butts. “Who’s late?” your friends would ask, but you couldn’t answer ‘cos you didn’t quite know … you just knew DEEP TIME had to be out there, somewhere.

And they were. Like a doomsday cult lurking at the edge of the desert, they were biding their time, patiently poised to pounce. One day they would run free in their dune buggies, dispensing truth to the wretched, starving masses.” Ian Svenonius