Literature
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“This looks, at first glance, quite interesting but frankly, I cannot see any application for it.”
The sandy haired man across from the hopeful student gently closed the dossier and carefully pushed it across the desk.
“You cannot see an application? But – cheap fuel for everybody, isn't that what everybody is looking for?”
The man behind the wide, highly polished desk leaned back with a faint smile and steepled his fingers over his belly – a belly that looked as if it received the careful attention of a personal trainer at least trice a week.
“My good man! Cheap fuel is the philosopher's stone of