40.) Steel cables lunged and Lancelot walked out of the funicular. He mounted a stone staircase and gained entry to one level, then the next. There Is A Control Planet Hidden Behind The Sun, he reminded himself. The hill was mold green and mountain high. A hawk cut across a backdrop of flecked grey paint drying on canvas: Santiago. A beanpole girl in asstight jeans stood staring at the pancake of smog. One Chilean boy walked up, leaned on the railing next to her, caught her eye, cleared his throat, and said nothing. After an awkward silence he was replaced by another Chilean boy also trying to pierce her force field of dismay.