Lost In Space
My name is Diamond. Dan Diamond. I'm a private investigator, at least I used to be. Now I'm first class schmuck. Sometime's you can't avoid life's spitballs, and right now I'm battling a big fat zero.
I was in a room, filled with flashing lights, buzzers, buttons, levers and all manners of cockamamie devices. In the corner stood a hunk of tin that looked like a refugee from a Buck Rogers convention.
Then it moved towards me...