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A Future We'd Like to See 1.58 - Road Music
By Stefan "Twoflower" Gagne (Copyright 1994)

As I cruse, the car lurches up and down. This is not
because of some hydraulic or antigrav system; I just have the
bass up especially high tonight, 'cuz I'm feeling good.

The Beat Box reflects my mood as I drive. It's a really
wild rig, one which I paid a great deal of money for. It's got
trodes and decision-systems and synth and all sorts of techie
crap I don't really care for, but I don't need to know how it
works to enjoy it. I drive; it pumps. 'nuff said.

So tonight the car's going on a cruising bass drive,
thumping along lightly as I take my time goin' down the burbs,
looking for the house. The beat follows along at a leisurely
pace, mixing in some soothing orchestral and a bit of latin
singing. Beat Box was feeling kinda cathedral-like tonight, I
suppose. It was one of those nights, the kind where the full
moon's out and you just KNOW some kinda weird shit is gonna go
down. Anticipation gets you on edge, gets that creepy midnight-
mass feeling to it. Beat Box warbles a little as I gaze at the
uneasy moon.

If trouble is comin' my way tonight, though, I'll deal with
it as it arrives. I just got one more pizza delivery to make and
the beat and I will be heading back home. Promised Dana that
we'd go somewhere nice tonight, instead of horfing down this
cheap takeout I lug around on a daily basis.

Ah, Dana. Thinking of her always cues up beat's violin
section. Gotta admit, I'm damn lucky to have someone like her.
Other guys aim for the topheavy bimbos without any consideration
of the longterm, but I always plan for the longterm. Logistics;
gotta be an expert in it to get pizza where it's going with
maximum efficiency. Dana's no bleached out swimsuit model, but
she's got a nice laugh and an understanding mind and a really
good violin. The synth sections blare up remembering this,
playing a few patterns from Dana's original violin tunes.

However, that fun lurks later tonight, farther along the
song's scope. At the here and now I've got pizza to run, one
last pizza.

Screw gas consumption; I wanna be there NOW, and be back NOW
PLUS ONE. I put the hammer down and Beat Box accelerates,
kicking the R&B out the exit as the dog-slaying speed metal
enters through the side door.

The drum thump increases, and the guitars start in, fading