part 9 (name del)

Again, I was on my way to London through towns and villages that were blackened ruins, totally silent, desolate, deserted. I felt a sense of dethronement, a realisation I was no longer a master, but a puppet under Martian domination. Man's empire had passed away, taken swiftly and without error by these creatures who were composed entirely of brain. Artilleryman: Halt! Who goes there? Journalist: Er, a friend. Artilleryman: Be on your way. This is my territory.