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Perry Rhodan and his people find themselves amongst the damned of ISAN, Victims of a hydrogen war.

Unusual adventure & exciting events await the Rhodanites in an uncharted area of space, among the
despairing inhabitants of Isan inтАФ




UNKNOWN SECTOR: MILKY WAY




1/ ISAN REBORN



SUFFOCATING AIR. The foul atmosphere almost took IvseraтАЩs breath away as she opened the door
and entered the corridor. She looked in all directions and was happy to discover she was alone.

Swiftly she traversed the 50 yards to the elevator and summoned the lift cage. She entered it and
pressed a control button for the lowest level. The cage set itself in motion slowly and complainingly,
which was a sign that the compressed air valves were no longer functioning properly.

Nothing worked right any more, she thought. The ventilating system didnтАЩt work, democracy didnтАЩt
work; there was nothing to eat or drink.

If I could just have a new dress, she mused. A pair of trousers, a coat! But there were no new dresses,
trousers, coatsтАФno new clothing any more. Nothing but the poor tattered remnants the people were
wearing to cover their nakedness.

She looked pensively along the row of sparkling, gleaming instrument panels, expensive equipment that
for days now had stood inactive and silent, no longer producing articles of clothing. At least they had
been able, before, to convert the organic fibres into synthetic food. But the meagre provisions of Bunker
Fenomat would be depleted by tomorrow or the next day.

Ivsera turned round. Behind her Irvin was leaning indolently against a table, a grave expression on his
face. "Are you depressed?" he asked.

She shook her head. "No. It doesnтАЩt make any difference to me."

"But you have to inform Havan, donтАЩt you?"

She looked at the young man in some surprise. "Havan? He already knows. For 10 days."

Irvin left the table and approached her a few steps. He wore a short pair of trousers reaching only
halfway down his thighs. This was all the clothing permitted any man in Bunker Fenomat.

"He wonтАЩt remember." Irvin sounded certain.