Authentic Science Fiction Monthly No. 41 — page 94: what you’re looking at

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THE BOOGIE MATRIX pre-Inferno music with the hypnotic rhythm.” “The boogie? that.” ) “Say—that reminds me. About Bax Borden. I’ve got bad news for you. When they tried to arrest him—just after they faded out Matrix 24—he put up a fight. They shot him dead.” All Karl could say was: “I’m sorry about that.’ He felt a vague stirring of con- science. Borden had got dragged into the maelstrom against his will—but it had to be that way. It was the web of fate. “Well, I’m closing down now,” said the other. “Switch on your radio. We’re going on the air in about thirty seconds.” The screen went blank. _ Mechanically Karl walked Sure—do 93 over to a large radiovision console and turned a switch. Then he crossed to where Zora was standing by the window. “Any regrets ?”’ he enquired. *‘About Borden, I mean.” She slipped her arms around his neck, smiling strangely. ‘““No, Karl. No regrets. If I was able to give him a little happiness, then I don’t regret that either.” “Well,” he said, softly, “there’s just the two of us now.” “‘That’s how I like it,” she replied. From the radio came the crashing chords on the piano, and then—the solid, rocking rhythm of the fragment of twentieth-century music which, in all innocence, had launched and won a revo- lution. connicloooks.comn