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That night Raphael lay in bed and thought for a long time. Mechanicos. The Sorcerer was building over ten thousand a day. Already he had built fifty million. More than Raphael could imagine. When he had many more, he would spread the poison gas and shoot the death-ray round the world. Raphael, Cassie, Aunt Mary, and all mankind would be killed. There would be no living thing upon the earth.
‘There are still a few imperfections in our mechanical men,' the Sorcerer had said; ‘that is the reason I stole your sister -- to study her. You had better join me and the mechanicos. Together we shall rule the world.'