The woman shrieked. She wasn’t heard. The buzz from below drowned it out. Glasses clinked, people talked. And then Moscow burned itself out and the ash blew away over the crowd gathered beneath the thirty-foot model of the world, where the woman had moments before flicked her cigarette ash so casually. It landed on Moscow because that was near the top of the globe. On the other side, where the partygoers could see from below, was the United States of America, protected by what appeared to be a metallic spider. The legs, thin glistening wires, were supposed to represent rays. The body was a polished metallic box atop those rays. “Those rays,” explained Mr. Grove’s secretary, whose name was Wilson, “will make America and the west invulnerable into the next century.” “We don’t want to be invulnerable,” said the guest in an accent that sounded vaguely British. He was an official from New Zealand. “I beg your pardon,”
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