A somewhat stout fellow finished welding some metal together and began to address the paperwork he had just been left by one of the junior members of the Universal Machine. It was a single envelope.

Frowning, he puffed on the cigar he had just lit as he slid a letter opener through the gap in the envelope's folds, opening it to reveal a summons.

Strange, he thought. Normally there's [i]some[/i] hint as to what's going to be discussed.

He set the message on his desk, cluttered as it was with other blueprints and paperwork and small pieces of mechanical tinkering, donned his trademark top hat, and ambled on down towards the meeting room.