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FROM ANDROMEDA AND BACK RADIO: SKIES THAT DO NOT FADE

I remember being in Chicago back in the day, listening to an FM rock station. After a bevy of alternative rock, the DJ suddenly put on the Waltz from Tchaikovsky's Swan Lake. At the art store where I worked, one of the young hipsters immediately yelled, "Tchaikovsky!" and began conducting with her hands. I'll never forget that moment. We had gone from, say, Throwing Muses to Tchaikovsky, and I remember thinking: How cool was that? Here was music making its own case. It didn't plead. It didn't demand. In its own way, it rocked. And then, after that glorious interlude, it was back to alternative rock. The funny thing was that the classical piece had not seemed out of place. It held its own. It brought to the table its own heft, its own weight. It wasn't preachy. It wasn't better than. It was simply another fiber in the fabric of the day. And maybe that's the way great music should be heard. Not fenced off by genre. Not placed behind glass. Not approa...
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TERRA FIRMA ALIEN ENHANCEMENTS: THE BOOK, THE KEY, THE DARE…


 The problem is always the same.

What is it?

How does it work?

Who is it for?

And perhaps most troubling of all:

What if it is a plant? A blind? A lure?

Then, inevitably, back to the same questions.

What is it?

How does it work?

What is certain is that it is alien-generated.

But that solves nothing.

In this epic, terrifying struggle against a ruthless, unrelenting evil, much is alien-generated. And most of it portends doom for humanity.

And yet...

Off to the side there appears something else.

A secret handshake.

A whisper.

A distant light on a storm-tossed sea, beckoning.

But beckoning toward what?

Toward the rocks that wreck the sailors who heed the beauty of the voices calling them?

Or toward a door?

A door that might—

just might, just might—

lead somewhere else.

There are patterns. Equations. Symbols. Fragments that seem ancient and impossibly advanced at the same time. Something that resembles a book without being a book. Something that might contain a key without telling you what the key unlocks.

Or perhaps it is neither.

Perhaps it is simply a dare.

Come closer.

See what happens.

And if there is hesitation, there remains one terrible argument against caution:

What do Gunz and Lucky have left to lose?

What does the world have left to lose—

except its very existence as we know it?

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