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"NINE DAY KING is seeking musicians to complete the works of Asimov, Clarke, Lovecraft, Poe, Nietzche, Orwell, Verne, Wells, and others." San Diego READER / June 12, 1975
TERRA ALERT Two words Cleon Rocko had heard in the same sentence before. He looked at the
highlighted copies from the Black Book; one of the things Zann had given
him at the last NO FATE show in the Garden of the Gods - where sections of the VOLUMICON had been performed for the first time.
Tycho Zann; who had told him in '87, that one day, he'd be able to buy
a baseball cap with his initials on it, and that thousands would wear
them. Who couldn't trust a guy like that? MALDEK 10th Planet of the Solar System. Negative processes ended in the use of a weapon
of mass destruction which murders entire populace.
Millions of Souls suddenly released into their individual etheric planes.
COSMIC CRIME
Karmic Law dictated reincarnation of majority of Planet upon another
in the Solar System.
EARTH
Third Stone From The Sun The Ring Pass Not; a planet-wide psycho-acoustic
energy barrier was placed around Earth just in case.
Strangers in a stranger land, Life went on until a new correlation
of forces brought the Human Race to the point where the many were threatened
once again by the few.
Two groups were close to controlling the Ring
itself. One attempting to create a cosmic weapon of mass destruction
intended to enslave all within it, the other to disperse it, and free
everyone unaware they were a prisoner.
The end of duality.
PLANET-WIDE ENERGY BARRIER? RING DISPERSAL? COSMIC WEAPON? MALDEKIANS!!!
Who would attempt such things?
Cleon knew the answer, and he wasn't entirely wrong. He was getting
backstage at HIGH-DEAF / FREQ OUT!... Terror Alert or
not. And he'd be wearing his Colorado Rockies cap.
Whether it was the end of the world, or the birth of a new one, Arizona
Maybe seemed a good place to be when IT happened, especially when you factored in the rumors of what the Remote Liberation Front was REALLY up to.
He found himself singing an old tune as he sped past the wind farms
that were the unofficial eastern boundary of LA; the sign that only
desert and magic lay ahead:
" WE'VE GOT... WHAT IT TAKES.
ALL THE WAY FROM NEW YORK TO LA... YEAH!
WE'VE GOT... WHAT IT TAKES.
RIGHT HERE IN THE USA!
YEAH!
USA... USA... USA... USA..."
Looked like the Big Time was finally here.
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