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Smoke filled the air in the small dark room.  A large wooden table squatted heavily, surrounded on all sides by dark silhouettes, several given shadowy recesses by large and burning cigars.   The occasional figure flickered slightly as if something had passed in front of it.  Only the figure at the head of the table was undisrupted as he stared at the small screen that glowed in front of him. "Alright, Manlin, give your speech," he said.  His voice was rough and voluminous. Another figure, not nearly as shadowy, coughed quietly on the other end of the table.  "Yes sir, Mister Ned."  He tapped a few unseen buttons on the table in front of hi