The London rain tapped on the windows of the Ministry of Supply.
But low beneath the talks and corruption existed an organization that looked over the whole country.
Inside one of the dimly lit offices, Sir Stewart Menzies of the Secret Intelligence Service flipped through a bound academic journal.
The title read.
"On Computable Numbers, with an Application to the Entscheidungsproblem"
By Alan Turing.
Menzies sipped his tea and raised an eyebrow. "Dilly," he muttered, "get in here."
A few seconds later, Dilly Knox codebreaker, crossword savy and scholar of ancient Greek entered with a slightly crooked tie and a familiar smirk.
"You're interrupting my Greek poetry," Knox said, amused.
"I'll give you new verses. This..." Menzies held up the paper, "...is more interesting. Some fellow at Cambridge is talking about machines that simulate thinking."
