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The Cubans Dr Helios retired to
his private chambers. The shelves of ancient socialist and communist doctrine had been cleared and taken to an incinerator. Dr Helios did not believe in adhering to the failures of the past. Much of his chambers still
awaited furnishing (his wife was delighted to be spending so much money on this), but an expensive electronics center was in place. He found the remote, and keyed the VCR to play a tape, which had recently seen a great
deal of airing on his machine. It was a short bit of news video, not more than 35 seconds, gathered from an American broadcast. Over and over again, Dr Helios watched the drama play out on screen. Sometimes he would
stop the tape, to better examine the image. He smiled with approval, and raised a glass to the screen.
"So beautiful. I promise this, you shall be mine, elegant lady of fire. And we shall rule together, you
and I." He tipped back his glass, and saluted the image of Phoenix, frozen in the cold fire of the television.
Excerpt from Turn 43. |
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