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Leviathan“Do these computing machines really have to make all this racket?” Mitchell, the man from the Ministry, stood in the middle of Leviathan's Processor Hall “A”, a grimace on his face and a serious black briefcase in his hand. “It's 2014, for heaven's sake. Surely you can make them quieter by now?” His question surprised Dr. Ada Appleton. Racket? She loved the noise in here. She found it … comforting. Sometimes she came in here to get some peace. To think. If you listened closely enough you could hear patterns in all the clacking and whirring and clicking. A music, of sorts. Still, she couldn't expect Mitchell to agree. It was just a shame it was him holding the purse-strings. He would decide whether to approve or can their much-needed third processor hall. And how could someone lik