If a part of the last occupant is still in there, maybe we can reverse the damage.” “Good,” Chris said. “I was already conflicted when I only had to deal with one mind. Imagine how screwed up I feel now.” Number four laughed but there was no humor in it. He got back to work landing the ship. They landed the blocky ship right in the center of an octagonal structure. The layout reminded Chris of the Pentagon in Washington D.C. except that it was easily three times as big around and five times higher. The walls were made of stone or brick, which surprised Chris. He had hoped for something a little more space-aged and advanced. As far as he could tell, there was nothing on this dusty planet besides the single building. There were no outlying structures, or cultivated land or any signs of ingress and egress. It looked like the entire populace was contained in one building. Number Four changed the view on the monitor to show approaching figures coming to greet the new arrivals, and sure enough, they were all wearing mechanized suits.
