302 | John W. Warner IV Theres no shame in tears for the fallen, civilian and soldier,snapped Klemperer, eyes red, emotional. Klemperers two soldiers shouldered their rifles and began to sing Erika, the traditional Gebirgsjager song they all loved. More tears, more unexplainable aches. The generator went back to green. Idle. Calm. When they finished, everyone regained professional composure, but with great effort. Alice said: Well, that was certainly strange and Achtungl Attention, all. Let us compose ourselves. You were saying, Herr Professor? The generator? said Klemperer, wiping his eyes. Uhm, I.. .well, of course, look here, this.. .this generator is entirely sealed, none of us could find an opening, said Gerlach, wiping his eyes with a hanky, his hand upon the smooth casing that looked like an eggshell. The…satin white ceramic material its made from is a mystery to us, we think it may be an organic material, strong. Lights from inside show through the translucent shell as we just witnesseddifferent power levels are indicated by color: green for lowest setting, then yellow, orange for mid-level. If we can figure out how to make it perform at one hundred percent power, who knows what color that will be? Lipstick red? said Alice. Flush with a tinge of pink I think, all the rage, said Bea. Oh, hmm. Unusual but welcome laughter by all. A pressure release. Are these Englanders intellectually qualified to be in here? huffed Gerlach. Believe it or not, yer, replied Schafer, slightly bowed with arms outward as if a courtier of old. What kind of generator has no service panels? asked Porsche, revived to his usual obstinate self. Nothing makes practical sense here. A strange antique powerplant that makes us weep, a crystal motor big enough for a battle cruiser. This is poppycock voodoo science, Walter. You and the Vril shop personnel designed one hell of an electromagnetic white elephant with no guns. Wait till I inform Hitler about your waste of precious wartime funds on this overwrought plasma gasbag of a delivery truck. Gerlach wagged his meaty finger at Porsche. Its spiritual science. Dont mock what you do not understand. Youre here to do a job fixing minor details as a simple mechanic. Just wait till you take a ride in this cigar. Fast and smooth. Tight turns made at speed defying the laws of mainstream Jewish physics; Einstein was wrong, they all