The Bureau of Espionage dispatched a doctor to a clinic in the enemy’s rear, and after a number of months he was requested to secretly transmit whatever intelligence he had gathered. He reported thus: Upon performing my first surgery, I was struck with astonishment, for the bodies of these people comprise completely different mechanisms than our own. In their chest is a tin can that injects black oil through thin pipes into their limbs. A cogwheel engine creaks around in their head. Pistons operate a system of rods and axles in their limbs. Using buckets harnessed to strings on pulleys, food is transported from their mouths to a storage container in their stomach. So as not to arouse suspicion, I quickly studied this strange anatomy and spent my days mending the war casualties’ defects. Considering that I have now completed my mission as ordered, I hope that I might be allowed a request: my prior medical training has vanished into oblivion and I no longer know anything but the foreigner’s body and its applicable medicine. I petition to be allowed, therefore, not to return to my homeland, but rather to continue my work here.