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traveled fast.

Sparks attached a transformer and breakers to a huge, thick cable.

Then he got out his climbing spikes and went up a pole like a monkey,
the heavy chunk-chunk drifting down to the crowd every time he flexed his
knees. His tool belt slapped against his sides.

He had one of the guys in the Purple Monsters throw him up the end of
the inch-thick electrical cable.

The sun had just gone down, and Sparks was a silhouette against the
purpling sky that poked between the buildings.

A few stars were showing in the eastern sky. Lights were on all through
the autumn buildings. Thanksgiving was in a few weeks, then Christmas.

The shopping season was already in full swing, and the streets would be
bathed in neon, in holiday colors. The city stood up like big, black fingers
all around them.

Sparks did something to the breakdown box on the pole.

There was an immense blue scream of light that stopped everybody's
heart.

New York City went dark.

"Fucking wow!"

A raggedy-assed cheer of wonder ran through the crowd.

There were crashes, and car horns began to honk all over town.

"Uh, Lucius," Sparks yelled down the pole after a few minutes. "Have
the guys go steal me about thirty automobile batteries."
 The Purple Monsters ran off in twenty different directions.

"Ahhhyyyhhyyh," said Vinnie, spitting a toothpick out of his mouth.
"The Monsters get to have all the fun."


It was 5:27 P.M. on November 9, 1965. At the Ossining changing
station a guy named Jim was talking to a guy named Jack.

Then the trouble phone rang. Jim checked all his dials before he picked
it up.

He listened, then hung up.