THE HYDE PARK HIATUS
Part three.

        The story so far: Jerry Cornelius, time-travelling
dimension-hopping 
freelance assassin of uncertain sexual orientation, has taken an assignment

from some doctors  desperate to change the course of their recent history. 

Their own operative has failed; fate uncertain. 
He arrives in a very mixed-up continuum and encounters an old enemy, 
Johann von C,  ex-rap singer, ex-medical politician, crazed megalomaniac 
with Nazi sympathies. Despite himself, Jerry finds himself strangely drawn 
to his adversary.......

        The President's flat was no more; a gaping hole yawned in the
floor, 
leaving a four foot rim of wobbly wood around the walls. Jerry glimpsed a 
vision of infernal lights and energies simmering way down in the basement 
and quickly averted his gaze; a man could go mad if he looked too long at 
those impossible lights, as indeed von C had done.
        Jerry turned to von C, now hovering expectantly, almost awaiting
his-
--approval? Indeed, thought Jerry, the trademark of the worst kind of 
megalomaniac. Always they need an intelligent opponent to impress with 
their evil genius. Jerry wondered what the other would be like in bed.
        "A fine achievement,  Herr Doktor, nein? I haff here in this gentle

backwater of academe reconstructed the essence of Professor Papadicalous 
work. Down zere I haff the means to create a naked singularity!"  
He made it sound obscene, even to Jerry's battle-hardened ears. Jerry 
selected <<LOON. EMPATHY>> from his internals and waited.
von C responded rapidly, leaning closer and dropping his voice 
conspiratorially.
"I knew of course that you alone vould understand zis, Herr Doktor. But zis

is only the beginning, the means to a glorious end. Papadicalous was ze 
typical scientist, knowledge-orientated, so un-focused. But I! I vish to
use 
zis massive energy source to reach ze ultimate goal of musicians in all
times 
and places.  Kommen sie, bitte!" 
        And so....in the far corner lurked von C's gear. Primitive by
Jerry's 
standards but about average for these co-ordinates. Three 86SB MkII belt-
drive decks with slip mats, an Akai 4000D reel-to-reel, a home-made mixer 
(Lasky's parts) and a Trio KA2000 amp feeding a pair of big speakers, also 
home-made. Jerry was appalled at the sight of naked chipboard and turned 
his head away to examine the LP collection to the left of the decks. It was

obvious at once what was happening when he saw the titles. Arthur Lee and 
Love, The Basement Tapes,  some early Dylan bootlegs, Jefferson 
Airplane's first three albums, The Doors, old blues stuff Jerry had only 
heard of. The power of such music combined with that of the singularity; 
Jerry needed all his self-control to stop himself leaping into the hideous 
awfulness in the basement and ending it all. Holy Mother of the unborn 
God.......

To be continued....




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