"Paul J. McAuley & Kim Newman - In Dreams" - читать интересную книгу автора (Mcauley Paul J)

Many small wishes were granted. Lost things turned up again. The
military junta all resigned.

There was a simultaneous computer failure in all the world’s tax
offices.

The rains actually came on time this year.

Suddenly, everyone found they had a little more money than they had
thought.

Suddenly, there were more national holidays in the calendar than
before.

Suddenly everyone fell in love.

Suddenly your favourite football team started to play better.

Suddenly the radios were filled with a new and wonderful music that
reminded you of all the great songs you have ever loved, but more so, and
better, and newer.

The Tucurombé seemed determined to start their reign auspiciously.

Annunciato became the guitar hero he had always dreamed of being
but was haunted all his stellar career by the knowledge that he would never
again play as he played the day the new gods were born.
 Inspired by a dream of radio, Ros’a’Jericho had wires put in her head
so that when she went roller-skating along the sidewalks her every thought
and hope and dream and experience would be broadcast citywide FM. You
can find her most Sunday mornings at half-past a nightmare on the dial
between the Evangelical Pentecostal Missions and Radio Free Oklahoma.

La Baiana went on to achieve his sixth Golden Bell, fabulous celebrity,
enormous girth and immense longevity. He was commissioned to design
TeeVee World, the first Transvestite Theme Park which crashed two years
later leaving debts in excess of one hundred million pesos. La Miranda saw
fit to extend his gift of sexual transubstantiation to any and all people, and
for as long as they wished, but try as he might he could never get it to work
on himself.

El Batador went back to his compadres at the docks and was last
seen one October evening swimming madly out to sea toward what he
thought was the Black Star Liner three miles long and two miles wide and a
mile high come back to take him home to Ethiopia but in the end was only a
cruise ship carrying viajeros from the norte, carved out of a twenty
kilometre iceberg.

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