MAP x 3

A complicated picture of Japlanet technological apparatus, which the screen reveals to be inside MAP`s head. The synapses of his thought processes are visible working, and the miniature laser installed in his head switches off. Scanning a distant mountainside with the lens of his other eye, he examines the wing of a butterfly in magnified close detail 2, 000 klicks distant and, by means of its connection with the insides of his skull, seeing it through the mountain on a distant hill at its other side,`Thank God for this souped-up pineal gland of mine. Everything seems normal - except for that!` MAP slews round, skewing rapidly to one side as, frantically churning the green chlorinated liquid, a black torpedo-shape became a black missile-shape and launches itself from the pool ...