We continue our mission of aetheric deterrence, deep in the Earth’s crust. Slowly, silently tunneling under miles of rock, we wait for the signal that we hope to never receive. We hope that our sixteen Blue Strata rock torpedoes will continue sleeping in our launch tubes, never to release their deadly cargo of luminiferous annihilation.
But if the signal ever arrives, or if BBC Home Service ever ceases to broadcast its pips, we’ll be ready to do our part.
God save the Queen.