My teacher said that I should write down my thoughts about what I had done and seen. I would have sooner written about a battleship or my dreams about driving steam trains and building dams, or even about meeting Dan Dare.
Then I saw the object yet did not understand it. There was colour and form isolated in a black void. Then somehow I knew, I was looking at a model, a blue print for a city of the future. A city that could only exist in space. The city of my dreams, ruled over by the Mekon. A cruel unforgiving place of utter control where human beings had been turned into slaves.
I felt and heard the blackboard duster hit my desk, as the teacher shouted at me to stop day dreaming and get back to writing a story about what I had done in the school holidays.