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r； aimed at points of their respective choosings。
'Back off fellas；' called Elvis。 The Orange Agents looked at one another； they looked at Elvis； they looked at the Dalai。 'Now；' encouraged Mr Presley； before all the looking got out of hand。 'And clear the decks； we're leaving。'
Dan looked up bitterly； 'I'm wounded；' he plained。 The look on Elvis's face told him all he needed to know。 'Quite so。 Kindly move back； gentlemen。'
'Cue it in； Rex；' Elvis called up to the control box。
Rex tipped the switch。 The passionate strains of the immortal classic filled the studio air。 'It's now or never；' it went。
Elvis said； 'Let's go。'
Rex turned towards Christeen； she had gone； and once more all memories of her had gone too。 The disc was running and now it was his turn。
Four men dashed along the studio corridor。 Three held guns； one held his nose。 'Into the lift。'
'They will cut the power；' said Eric。
'Very good； Eric。'
'Thank you； Rambo。'
'They won't；' Elvis bundled Dan into the lift。 'In you。' Dan had nothing to say。
'Up； Lord King？' Rambo enquired。
'Up to the landing platforms。'
Eric was bobbing his half a head about。 'This really is exciting；' said he。
'Never a dull moment； old inseparable bosom friend of mine。'
The lift ground to a shuddering halt and the lights went out。 'What's happened？' Eric asked。
'They have cut the power；' Rambo told him。
'The bounders； who ever would have thought it？' In the darkness； Eric went to scratch his head and missed。
'No sweat；' said Elvis。 The lights went on and the lift continued up the shaft。
'There。' Rambo was all smiles。 'Is this man the Second e； or what？'
'Forward planning is all。 I had Rex slot in an automatic over…ride earlier in the day。'
'I shall prostrate myself before you when there is little more room； master。 Rex； did you say？ That wouldn't be Rex Mundi by any chance； would it？'
Up on the landing platform Rex revved up his air car。 It appeared to him extremely doubtful that the battered craft could actually carry five people。 It could possibly take three at a push； if one was prepared to travel in the trunk。 But five？ No way。
The lift doors to the motor pool rattled open and three revolutionaries and a hostage bundled out。 The night rain was now falling hard。 Rex couldn't see a lot through the rear wind…screen。 He heard the trunk open and close； then the canopy swung up and Elvis clambered into the cab。 He squeezed himself in beside Rex。 'Take her up。' He waggled his weapon towards the sky。 Rex turned his mouth into a bitter line。
'You are leaving those two； then？'
'Fortunes of war； Rex。 And the guy with all the head ain't no fan of yours。' Security lasers cross…meshed the landing platform； the rattle of machine pistols put paid to any further discussion。 Rex took the air car hurriedly aloft and made off into the storm…tossed darkness。
25
。。。 you dug for stuff back then。 That's all you did。 There were these schemes； job opportunities and youth training and the like； for some of us； those who weren't just stuck in the bunkers with no hope； anyway。 We were picked out to dig。 I dug。 I never knew what we were supposed to be digging for。 Food； weapons； anything serviceable。 We were never told。 We just dug。 Three hours a day was about all you could take。 And we did it because that was what you did。 That was 2001 and Arthur C。 Clarke had got it all wrong。 Nuclear night； no seasons and some smart…arse had e up with decimal time。 Ten minutes to the hour； ten hours to the day； ten days to the week； and so on。 Stupidest idea you ever heard of。 So we dug and sorted and handed it in。 I reckon now； looking back； that they had us searching for one specific thing。 And I reckon too that they must have found it。 Because one day the scheme just closed down and we were all sent back to our bunkers。 Just like that。 Stupid scheme； stupid time； stupid world。 What a life； eh ？
The Suburban Book of the Dead
You're probably wondering why I'm here； well so am I； so am I。 Frank Zappa
'Am I here？' Fergus Shaman addressed the glorious confusion of tendrils； membranes； pulsating pseudopodia and bulbous dendro…posites； with digital read…em…outs； which posed the interior of the Phnaargian spaceship。 'It's all somewhat sudden。'
'You are now on Earth；' came a voice of oozy user…friendliness； 'first star on the right and keep on until morning。'
'I must have been asleep。'
'Indeed you must。' It may be of interest to note that the puter voice in the Phnaargian spaceship was identical to that of Rex's air car。 Or there again； it may not。
'Will I require a spacesuit or something？'
'No sir； you just step right out there。'
'Could I have a visual then； please？'
A circular screen before him displayed the immediate panorama。 Remnants of a building or two； their contours dulled by decades of acid rain； ruin and rubble。 A monochrome gloom beneath a dun…coloured sky of sliding cloud。 Fergus shivered。 'Where exactly am I？'
'Ten leagues north of the Nemesis Pyramid； as requested。'
'Oh； really； then thank you。'
'Thank you； Mr Shaman； and have another day。'
'Get inside。。。 close the door Rex。' Rex swung shut the bunker door。 They had flown about blindly for half the night and now they were here。 Aunty Norma's。 Rex closed his eyes to it。 'Why here？'
Elvis was lashing the Dalai into Uncle Tony's chair。 'Where else could it have been？ Stick the TV on Rex； let's see what's to do。'
Rex recalled what he had done to the terminal。 'Can't；' said he。
'Can。' Elvis indicated the reconditioned terminal which now replaced it's defunct precursor。 'All planned for； I told you。' Dalai Dan said nothing。 Rex gave the place the once…over。 Aunty Norma was no longer to be seen。 Uncle Tony had been swept away。 Elvis plucked up the remote control and flung it to Rex。 'Viva the revolution；' he said； a little too cheerfully for Rex's liking。 Rex sank unfortably into his aunt's chair and thumbed the controls。
The TV cranked into action。 It jiggled and popped and then the face of Elvis Presley appeared。 'And that；' said the voice of Gloria Mundi； 'is the face of the Devianti terrorist； who just eight hours ago kidnapped our beloved Dalai Lama。'
'Good old Gloria；' Dan piped up。 'Loyal to the end。'
'His demands are as follows；' Gloria continued。 'Close down all TV channels； cease all food and medico production to the population and impose a twenty…four hour curfew。'
'What？' Elvis's eyes popped unpleasantly。 'I never 。。。'
'The Devianti terrorists have been tracked on radar to their hideout。 They are known to possess a pre…NHE nuclear warhead； which they intend to detonate if their demands aren't met in just one hour。'
'They what？' Elvis's bottom lip became a passable bidet。 'I what？'
An on…screen hand passed Gloria a sheet of paper。 She mimed the reading of it。 'Ah；' she said； all smiles。 'We have just received a telepathic message from the Dalai。 It reads： 〃Do not fear for my safety。 Refuse all demands。 I look forward to seeing you all again in my next incarnation。 PS。 I would like Gloria Mundi； my loyal and trusted second in mand； to take over all my responsibilities until I e amongst you once more。〃 Message ends。'
Dan's mouth open and closed； but it didn't say anything。 Elvis performed likewise oral perambulations。 Rex wondered if they were miming some song。
'The detonation can be seen live only upon this channel； so don't touch that dial。 But for now we continue with a programme of silent meditation。 Om…mani…padme…hum。'
Rex touched the control。 The screen fell into darkness； Rex fell into laughter。 'They're going to blow us all up；' he gasped where he could。 'They'll launch a missile。' He turned a momentary glare towards Dan。 'Just like last time。' Then he doubled up again into further convulsions。
'No；' croaked Dan； 'this can't be happening； this is all wrong。'
Elvis looked at him sternly。 'Shut your rap；' said he。
'But they're going to kill us； kill me。。。'
'Well； that's not a problem for you； is it？' Tears rolled down Rex's unwashed cheeks。 'Straight on to your next incarnation； eh？'
'It's not always
