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past 2 issues, and get ready, its....
Jim Morrison: Space Ranger
by T.Rev firstname.lastname@example.org
The shooting had stopped. The jungle quiet was disturbed only by
the sound of huge mosquitos flying through the humid summer air. A
full moon gave Morrison's face a ghastly pall as he reloaded his
Tarantula 9000. The Tarantula was a fine weapon, a .50 caliber
recoilless machine pistol of a type that would not be mass-produced
for another twenty years.
Damn. If only the Viet Cong patrol hadn't shown half an hour
early. Damn. If only he hadn't gotten separated from his squad
during the firefight. Damn. If only anything in the last eighteen
hours hadn't happened. Damn.
Morrison tried to clear his mind by concentrating on the gun. It
was a prototype, a weapon he had rescued from the laboratories of a
dead Ceylonese weaponsmith, and he hadn't been taking proper care of
it. Now, the loading mechanism was jammed, and he didn't have the
tools to repair it. He tried to improvise using his pocketknife,
the one he'd picked up during the Doors' last tour, years before,
but his hands were shaking so badly from malaria and hunger that he
couldn't make any progress.
He worked long into the night, slapping at the mosquitos that
descended in clouds to drink the blood from his exposed arms and
chest. He didn't notice the change in the moonlight as it drifted
from silvery-white to blood-red, until the sound of inhuman voices
nearby caught his attention.
Even after decades of war, or perhaps because of them, there were
things in Southeast Asia that men like Morrison were not meant to
know. Morrison saw the moon, and knew he was in trouble.
He sheathed the broken weapon and rose shakily to his feet. The
voices were louder now. He turned and broke into a trot, trying to
ignore the sick aching in his body. No use. After a few steps, he
faltered, tripped, and fell. He rolled, trying to rise to his feet-
-and he saw them. Black as tar, dripping wet, they were half the
height of a man and twice as wide, and they were roaring like angry
dogs, jaws opened wide and dripping foam. The first one grabbed him
and tossed him into the air like a rag doll. He flew against a tree
and felt his spine snap. The last thing he heard was gunfire.
"What the hell were those things?"
"No idea. Not important. Morrison is here, like the boss said."
"Is he alive?"
"Does it matter? Get him in the chamber and let's get back to
Jim Morrison was dreaming. He dreamed that he was back on tour
with the Doors, dropping acid, getting in trouble with the police.
But, for all the sweetness and light normalcy, something was
terribly wrong. Maybe it was the fact that all the police had blank
silver panels where their faces should have been. Maybe it was the
fact that Robbie Krieger kept changing color, like a badly tuned
color TV. Maybe it was that the drugs he took the most were ones
he'd never heard of. Something was wrong.
Jim Morrison sat up in bed with a start, his body drenched in
sweat and shivering uncontrollably. He felt terribly, violently
ill. His bones ached as if there were sand in the joints. Every
move of his eyes shot red lances of pain into the back of his skull.
His gut twisted with intense nausea. Through the tears welling up
in his eyes, he hazily saw a pipe and a lighter next to his bed.
What the hell. Maybe there's something left in the pipe. With
violently shaking hands, he took the smoking equipment from the
nightstand and lit up the pipe.
One puff and his agony dwindled to a vague uneasiness behind his
temples. The second brought with it a sublime joy that had nothing
to do with physical pleasure, as if Jim had touched the mind of God.
"Shit! What's in that stuff?" he gasped, hastily replacing the
pipe on the nightstand. As his vision cleared, he gave the room he
was in a brief inspection. Aside from the bed and the nightstand,
there was little in the rather cramped room. On the wall in front
of him was a television screen, and to either side of him were large
panels, doors perhaps. A low hum resonated through the room, and
Morrison guessed that he might be on a ship or airplane.
Morrison went through the mental stabilizing exercises he had
learned during his visit to Tibet.
Who was he?
What was he?
Once a poet, a philosopher, and a musician; now just a
Where was he?
Not enough information; file away for the moment.
When was he?
The summer of 1974, he assumed; again, not enough
What was the last thing he remembered?
Jim got out of bed, his pain quite gone. What was in that pipe?
He took stock of himself in the reflective surface of the television
screen. He noticed the faint scars that ran from his temples back
past his hairline, and the small metal plate behind his
right ear. What happened to me?
One of the panels slid silently open, and in the doorway stood
Morrison should have been stunned. Instead, he only felt a vague
echo of surprise. "Jimi!" exclaimed Morrison. "I thought..."
"...I was dead? I could accuse you of the same thing, man. But,
like," Jimi said, spreading his arms and smiling, "the simple fact
is that I'm alive as you are." His smile seemed genuine, but there
was something subtly wrong with the way he walked, something that
didn't fit with friendly old Jimi. He walked like a jungle cat now,
Morrison realized. Not knowing what to do with the insight,
Morrison responded with a question.
"How much is that?"
"Uh, good question, man. Listen, I know you must have a lot of
questions, but I'm not, like, the person to ask. The reason I came
up here is to invite you to a jam session."
Morrison was taken aback. "But, uh..."
"Hey, calm down. You're safe right now, dig? Hold on a
minute..." Jimi walked over to the TV screen. "Just like I
thought, somebody left this turned off. The computer will explain
everything," said Jimi as he touched a button. "I gotta run.
Later." Jimi left the room.
"Hi there!" said an unnaturally perky voice from the TV, as an
abstract pattern flickered to life on the screen.
"What the hell is going on?"
"Oh, that's simple. You're on a spaceship."
"A spaceship." Sure. Why not?
"Yup! A spaceship. You're on tour, okay, on tour, with you and
Jimi and Keith and everyone else!"
"Yeah!" continued the computer breathlessly. "And, um, also you
gotta do some...special...things. For Bob."
"Bob's the guy who owns this ship and he's the guy who saved you
and Jimi and everyone else. So, that's the short version. Can you
dig it, Jim?"
"Great! You have a gig tonight and you gotta come down and
learn the set they're doing. Just follow the big blue dot!" On
cue, a glowing electric blue sphere appeared, floating at waist
level by the door.
As he left, the lights in the ceiling went out, and the only
illumination was provided by the eerie green glow of the pipe.
Jim Morrison woke from a dream of formless shapes and impossible
geometries. Blinking and squinting, he focused on the thing that
had awakened him--a strobelike pulsing from the video unit that
knifed through the darkness of the room. As he sat up in bed, the
pulsing stopped, and was replaced by a message:
GOOD MORNING MR. MORRISON. YOUR ATTENDANCE IS REQUESTED AT A
MISSION BRIEFING. PLEASE PREPARE YOURSELF AND WHEN YOU ARE READY
PLEASE FOLLOW THE BIG BLUE DOT.
Morrison stared at it contemptuously.
AS IF YOU CARED, THERE WILL BE COFFEE AND DOUGHNUTS AT THE
BRIEFING. HAVE A NICE DAY.
"Fuck off," Morrison said cheerily. Actually, he was feeling
almost unnaturally good, considering how long he'd jammed with Jimi
and the boys and how long they'd been drinking afterward. Just the
faintest headache. It wouldn't do, however, to be polite to a
He got out of bed, stretched, and jumped into the shower.
Several minutes later he was dressed and ready to leave the room.
As he walked through the doorway, the blue light floated away from
him, as if it was supposed to lead him somewhere. Shrugging his
shoulders, he followed. It led him down several hallways, where he
passed several men and women. The only one he recognized was Janis
Joplin, but she didn't seem to recognize him, so he walked on. The
light led him into an elevator that also seemed to know where to go,
back out, and finally into a small auditorium.
Jimi Hendrix was already there, in the front row, sitting next to
a table on which strange guns and less identifiable objects were
placed. Keith Moon was standing near the back, admiring a painting
on the wall. Hendrix motioned Morrison over.
"Hey, man," said Hendrix. "Sit and learn."
"From what?" asked Morrison.
"From that," Hendrix said, pointing at a large screen set into
the front wall. The screen was dark.
"It's dark, Jimi."
"Yeah, uh, watch."
Morrison squinted. "Is this one of those Zen questions?"
Hendrix pondered the question. "No, uh, watch."
Before Morrison could respond, the screen flickered to life. A
face dominated the screen. The face was of a distinguished-looking
man, blandly middle American, grinning, smoking a pipe. It was
obviously a puppet of some sort. The lips moved. The voice was
full and rich and tinged with arrogance, but had an artificial
Hendrix waved at the screen. "Hi Bob!"
"Hi there. I'm sure you're wondering what I'd like you to do."
"Yeah, like, tell us and we'll get with it, you know?" drawled
Morrison quickly glanced over his shoulder to see what Moon was
doing. Moon flashed him a tight-lipped smile and Morrison stared
back at the screen.
"Well, okay, I need you to get a rather special artificial
intelligence from a research station on Sirius. Your cover, as
usual, will be as the New Jimi Hendrix Experience."
"Right, Bob." Moon approached the front of the auditorium.
"Tell us where it is, I'll get us in, Jim and Jimi will take care of
the guards. What else do we need?"
"You're going to need an Archetype." The capital letter was
Moon hissed. "No, not Jerry! Damn you, Bob, too many people die
when Cornelius is involved. Can't we do this without him?"
"Without Jerry Cornelius, we'll never get it. We need him.
That's the truth."
"I'm pleased to hear it." Jerry's voice was sardonic as he
entered the room rather theatrically and closed the door behind him.
Jim Morrison looked him over. He was very tall, and that pale
face, framed by the hair, resembled Morrison's own. His black eyes
did not seem at all kindly.
Jerry strolled toward the front of the auditorium. "This is
heavenly. What a smashing way to finish. Or begin."
Morrison's headache worsened.
Hendrix searched through the pile of weapons and equipment on the
table. He handed a small machine pistol and a battered plastic case
with inscriptions in Japanese and English to Moon, and a chrome dart
gun and a neatly folded black car coat to Jerry. For himself, he
took a modified gauss rifle. Its complicated sighting mechanism was
connected by a tangle of fiberoptic lines to a pair of silvered
goggles that he hung around his neck. To Morrison, he handed a
fragile-looking crystal and chrome gun, about the size of an AK-47.
"What's this?" Morrison asked sullenly.
"'Sa gun, luv," said Jerry. Morrison ignored him, stared at
"What's this?" he repeated.
"That's the best weapon we got on the ship, man. That's a
Slampire V pulser. Use that on someone, you'll burn a hole in them,
and they'll get the worst case of, like, bad karma you ever seen."
Morrison hefted it. "What do I do with it?"
Hendrix smiled happily. "Blow up the bad guys. Handles like an
Morrison thought a moment. Sure. He'd been a mercenary before.
This Bob, whoever he was, saved Morrison's life. Why not? "What
"Whoever Bob tells us to blow up."
"Moral absolutism!" clucked Jerry. "Oh, dear. What will I ever
do with you, Mr Hendrix?"
"Hey, Bob? We got a trank for Oscar Wilde here?" asked Moon,
gesturing toward Jerry.
Bob ignored him. "So, gentlemen, and Jerry," he continued, "the
full details of your mission can be found in the dossiers the
computer is about to print out for you. You have one week to plan
and prepare. Goodbye."
And the screen went dead.
--end of part 1--
[Appropriate graphics here]
SUNDAY JULY 4th, 1993
INHALE TO THE CHIEF
The 24th annual Washington D.C. hemp rally.
(a white house tradition)
The 1993 NORML CONCERT ON THE MALL
4pm - MIDNIGHT
23'rd & CONSTITUTION AVENUE, NW
and `special guests'
SPONSORED BY THE FOURTH OF JULY HEMP COALITION
Both events will feature speakers from across
the hemp/marijuana movement.
For more information, contact:
The July 4th Hemp Coalition at (202) 363-0068
NORML at (900)-97-NORML
D R A G O N * C O N
& Atlanta Comics Expo
America's Largest Annual Convention
for fans of:
Fantasy - Horror
Games - Comics
Film - Animation
Art & Lots More
July 16-18, 1993
Over 200 Featured Guests include:
Ben Bova Clifford Stoll Huge Dealer's Room
Robert Bloch Roy Thomas Art Show & Print Shop
Terry Brooks Margaret Weis Amateur Video Festival
Peter David Tracy Hickman Live Role-Playing
Stan Lee and Writer's Workshops
Brian Lumley Ren & Stimpy's Film Screenings & More
Olivia Bob Camp &
Keith Parkinson Bill Wray
Fred Olen Ray and in concert: The Screamin' Lederhosen
Dragon*Con/ACE '93 $40 for 3 days Atlanta Hilton (404) 659-2000
Box 47696 membership at door Atlanta Hyatt (404) 577-1234
Atlanta, GA 30362 Ramada Hotel (404) 659-2727
Info: (404) 925-2813 This is a HToMC sanctioned event
C O N V E N T I O N S
July 2-4, 1993 (California, Northern)
ANIME EXPO. Oakland Convention Center/Parc Oakland Hotel, Oakland, CA;
(510)451-4000; rms $62 sngl, $69 dbl, $75 tpl, $81 quad. Guests: Scott
Frazier, Hiroyuki Kitazume, Makoto Kobayashi, Michitaka Kikuchi. SF
Convention with emphasis on Japanese Anime. Memb: $40 until 6/1/93, $45
at door (no memberships accepted between 6/15 and 7/4). Info: anime
Expo, c/o The Society for the Promotion of Japanese Animation, 2425 B.
Channing Way, Suite 684, Burbank, CA 94704; email: email@example.com.
July 2-4, 1993 (Indiana)
INCONJUNCTION 13. Adam's Mark Hotel, Indianapolis, IN. GoH: David
Drake; AGoH: Patricia Davis; TM: Arlan Andrews. Info: Inconjunction 13,
Box 19776, Indianapolis, IN 46219; (317)839-5519.
July 2-4, 1993 (Texas)
TEX-TREK '93. Arlington Marriott & Arlington Convention Center, 1500
Stadium Drive East, Arlington, TX 76011; (800)442-7275. Star Trek
convention. Guests: Colm Meaney, Grace Lee Whitney, George Takei, Bjo
Trimble, Walter Irwin, Shane Johnson, Lucy Synk, John Vornholt, Jamie
Murray, more. Events include a breakfast with the stars (additional
fee), Alien ambassador's ball (additional fee), live performances,
masquerade, art auction, UFO seminars, games, contests, role-playing,
pool parties, videos, filking, dealer's room and more. Memb: $35
(children $15). Info: Tex-Trek '93, PO Box 353, Lillian, TX 76061.
July 2-5, 1993 (Washington)
WESTERCON 46. Red Lion, Holiday Inn, & Hilton Hotels, Bellevue WA;
(206)455-1300; rms $85. GoH: Greg Bear; AGoH: George Barr; FGoHs: F.M.
& Elinor Busby, Wally Weber, Wally Gonser; TM: George Alec Effinger.
Memb: $45 until 5/31/93, $55 after; $20 supporting. Info: Westercon 46,
Box 24292, Seattle WA 98124; (206)742-8943; email: firstname.lastname@example.org,
July 9-11, 1993 (Colorado)
IV-KHAN. Holiday Inn North, Colorado Springs, CO. GoH: John E. Stith;
TM: Edward Bryant. Memb: $15 in advance, $20 at door. Info: IV-KHAN,
c/o Penny Tegen, 2926 Valarie Cr.,Colorado Springs, CO 80917; (719)597-5259
July 9-11, 1993 (Maryland)
SHORE LEAVE 15. Marriott's Hunt Valley Inn, Hunt Valley, Maryland;
(410)785-7000; rms $74. GoHs: Robin Curtis, Rene Auberjonois, Robert
O'Reilly; FGoH: Bjo and John Trimble; Guests: Peter David, Brad
Ferguson, Michael Jan Friedman, Bob Greenberger, Jacqueline Lichtenberg,
Arne Starr, Howard Weinstein, Joan Winston. Memb: $40 (children $10),
additional fees for various workshops. Mail-in registration deadline
5/31/93, membership limited to 1500 people. Info: Shore Leave 15, P.O.
Box 6809, Towson, MD 21285-6809; (410)821-5563 (24-hour infoline).
July 9-11, 1993 (Massachusetts)
READERCON 6. Worcester Marriott, 10 Lincoln Square, Worcester, MA;
(508)791-1600; rms $70 sngl, $75 dbl/tpl, $80 quad, $125 suite. GoHs:
Brian Aldiss, Judith Merrill; Spiritual Guest of Honor: H.G. Wells. SF
convention devoted solely to books. No media, no customes. Memb: $23
until 5/24/93, $30 after. Info: Readercon, PO Box 381246, Cambridge, MA
July 9-12, 1993 (Tennessee)
LIBERTYCON 7. Comfort Hotel River Center, Chattanooga TN. GoH: Michael
McCollum; SGoH: John Maddox Roberts; AGoH: Mark Fults; TM: Wilson "Bob"
Tucker. Limited to 450 attendees. Memb: $25 to 6/15. then $35. Info:
Libertycon 7, Box 695, Hixson TN 37343.
July 16-18, 1993 (Georgia) DON'T MISS THIS ONE
DRAGONCON '93/ACE '93. Atlanta Hilton and Towers, Atlanta, GA; rms $95
sngl/dbl, $125 tpl/quad; (404)659-2000. Guest: Robert Bloch, Ben Bova,
Terry Brooks, Nancy Collins, Roger Corman, Patricia Kennealy, Joe R.
Lansdale, Stan Lee, Keith Parkinson, Clifford Stoll, Charles N. Brown,
Steve Jackson, Brad Linaweaver, Julius Schwartz, Brad Strickland, many
more. Sf convention including Locus Magazine Awards, Costume contest,
Art Show, Dealer's Room, Video Room, Film Previews, Writer's Workshop,
Medieval Combat Demonstrations, Dances, Role-Playing, Locus Awards
Banquet, more. Memb: $35 until 6/14/93, $40 after. Info: Dragon Con
'93, Box 47696, Atlanta, GA 30362-0696; (404)925-2813.
July 16-18, 1993 (Pennsylvania)
CONFLUENCE '93. Palace Inn, Monroeville (Pittsburgh), PA. Guests: John
Barnes, John DeChancie, Julia Ecklar, Ted Reynolds, William Tenn, Kenneth
VonGunden, Robin Wood, "Lan" Laskowski, more. Memb: $20 until 7/1/93, $25
after. Info: Confluence '93,Box 3681,Pittsburgh,PA 15230-3861; (412)344-0456
July 16-18, 1993 (Canada, Alberta)
CONVERSION 10. Marlborough Inn, Calgary AB, Canada. GoHs: L. Sprague &
Catherine Crook de Camp. Memb: C$40. Info: Conversion 10, Box 1088,
Stn. M, Calgary AB T2P 2K9, Canada.
July 16-18, 1993 (Canada, New Brunswick)
KINGCON. Delta Brunswick Hotel, Saint John, New Brunswick, Canada.
Memb: $20 in advance, $25 at door. Info: Kingcon, MPO Box 1212, Saint
John, N.B. Canada E2L 4G7; email: email@example.com.
July 23-25, 1993 (New Jersey)
PHROLICON 9. Clarion Hotel, Rt. 73 at I-295, Mt. Laurel, NJ;
(609)234-7300; rms $68, $78 with jacuzzi. GoH: Craig Shaw Gardner.
Relaxacon featuring art show, dealer's room, filking, videos, gaming,
more. Memb: $20 until 7/10/93, $25 after. Info: Phrolicon 9, P.O. Box
42195, Philadelphia, PA 19101-2195.
July 23-25, 1993 (New Jersey)
DEXCON 2. Holiday Inn Jetport, 1000 Spring St., Elizabeth, NJ;
(908)355-1700; rms $75. Gaming convention featuring live role-playing
games. Memb: $28 until 7/5/93, $35 after; additional fees for live
role-playing. Info: Dexcon, P.O. Box 3594, Grand Central Station, New
York, NY 10163; (718)881-4575.
July 23-25, 1993 (Wisconsin)
CONGENIAL V. Quality Inn South, Madison WI; rms $51. GoHs: Phyllis
Eisenstein, Fred Levy-Haskell, Steven Brust. Relaxacon. Memb: $20
until 7/4/93, $25 after. Info: Congenial V, Box 44146, Madison WI
July 23-25, 1993 (Canada, Ontario)
TORONTO TREK VII. Regal Constellation Hotel, Toronto, Canada. Guests:
George Takei, Barbara Hambly, Marina Sirtis, Julia Ecklar, more. Memb:
C$35 until 6/30/93, C$40 after. Info: TORONTO TREK, Suite 0116, Box
187, 65 Front Street West, Toronto, Ontario M5J 1E6 Canada;
July 30-August 2, 1993 (Minnesota)
MYTHCON XXIV. Minneapolis East Bank campus of the University of
Minnesota - Twin Cities, Minneapolis, MN. GoHs: Jane Yolen, Carol
Kendall; Keynote Speaker: Jack Zipes. Theme: Children's fantasy. Memb:
$45 until 5/31/93, $50 after. Info: The Mythcon XXIV Committee, Attn:
Joan Verba, Corresponding Entity, PO Box 1363, Minnetonka, MN 55345;
(612) 292-8887 (David or Jo Ann); email: firstname.lastname@example.org or
email@example.com or firstname.lastname@example.org.
July 31-August 1, 1993 (Michigan)
BACCHANAL 2. Lake Orion, MI. Relaxacon. Info: Bacchanal '93, Box 414,
Lake Orion MI 48361; (313)693-5543.
July 30-August 1, 1993 (Rhode Island)
NECON 13. Bryant College, Smithfield RI. GoHs: Ellen Datlow, Gahan
Wilson; AGoH: Rick Lieder; SGoH: Kathe Koja; TM: Matthew Costello; Memb:
$160 sngl/ $142 per person dbl (includes room and meals), $35 commuters.
Info: NECon, Box 528. E. Greenwich RI 02818; (401)823-3242.
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Crave productions (UK, Canada, USA) | Pleasant Valley NY 12569, $1.00
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UNITY 93 ATTRACTIONS
Saturday July 3, 1993 o Unique multi-level dance platforms
8:00pm-8:00am o Virtual reality screen
o 120 foot long by 1-1/2 story high stage
World Wide Info: 1-800-265-3091 o Crave dancers
Or in Metro Toronto: (416)631-4666 o The high energy super-fruity smart bar
o Concession stands and merchandise
OVERVIEW o Hot and cold food
o Ambient chill-out rooms and a green room
150 Kilowatts of 3D matrix surro o Fireworks
Biggest Light Show in North America o Fruit and citrus bar
three 20W multicoloured 3-D lasers o Glow-sticks
State of the art computerized visuals
o $22.50 in advance <--- strongly advised
o $27.00 at the door or at the double decker bus meeting point.
o Bussing services from out of country/Hotel accomodation at reduced cost
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