Philip Dick: Radio Free Albemuth

"Here in this world?" I said.

"You see, then," Leon said, and returned to his bologna sandwich. These sandwiches get staler every day," he muttered. "We ought to complain. Those red-white-and-blue ladies shouldn't get away with so much; they're getting lazy."

Having finished eating, I got out my sole cigarette and carefully lit up.

"Can I have half of that?" Leon asked.

I tore the cigarette in half and gave one part to my friend. To the only friend I had, now that the others were to the old ex-preacher who had shown me, so c Tipellingly, that all that we had done, Nicholas and I and Sadassa Silvia, was worthless. The man who, as if speaking for Valis himself, had brought me the truth.

"What kind of stuff did you write?" Leon asked me.

"I'm still writing it," I said jokingly. The government forgeries of my work were already beginning to appear. They made it a point - probably Vivian made it a point -to send me a copy of each one.

"How do you do that?"

"It's easy when you know how," I said.

Leon leaned over and nudged me. "Look," he said. "Kids watching us." Sure enough, beyond the rusty cyclone fence inside which we worked, a group of schoolchildren were staring at us with a mixture of fascination and fear. "Hey, kids!" Leon yelled to them. "Don't you ever wind up like this. Do everything you're told, you hear?"

The kids continued to stare.

One of them, an older boy, had a portable transistor radio; Leon and I could hear the raucous rock music blaring from its tiny speaker. The announcer, a local Los Angeles DJ, was babbling on excitedly about the next cut, the latest release, he was saying, already a bullet on the charts, from the rock group Alexander Hamilton, the San Francisco performers who were number one these days.

"Okay, here we go," the announcer dinned, as the gang of kids gazed at us and we gazed timidly back. "It's Alexander Hamilton with Grace Dandridge featured in „Come to the Party!" All right, Grade - let us have it!" The music swirled out, and, seated with my bologna sandwich, hunched over and weary, I heard the words stray across to us through the smog-drenched midday air: Evubody present, Hey hey. Evubody present, The people say. Evubody's president at PARTY TIME.

Evubody here Have a good climb.

Leon turned to stare at me with disgust.

I said, That's it!"

"That's what?" Leon said.

"He - they - got another record company to press it," I said. "And it's already out, it's already a hit. So - " I calculated, from what I knew of the record business. It must have been at virtually the same time, I realized. As Progressive was preparing its tape, another company, another group, other members of Aramchek, guided by the satellite, prepared another.

Nicholas's efforts had served as a diversion. Those efforts had fitted into a plan none of us saw or understood. While they were killing him, him and Sadassa, and imprisoning me, Alexander Hamilton, the hottest rock group in the country, was recording the material at Arcane Records. Progressive had nobody to equal Alexander Hamilton in their entire catalog.

Suddenly the music ceased. There was absolute silence. Then another tune began to play, this one instrumental: obviously whatever the station had at hand.

A mistake, I realized. THe*DJ wasn't supposed to air "Come to the Party!" He forgot his instructions - what the authorities had told him. But the records were pressed, I realized, pressed and shipped, and some of them - for a time at least - played. The government had moved against Arcane Records too late.

"Did you hear that?" I said to Leon.

"That garbage," Leon said. "I never listen to AM radio. At home, before they arrested me, I had a big quad set, worth maybe three thousand dollars. That stuff is for kids - they like it."

The kids continued to stare at us. At the two political prisoners, old men to them, worn and dirty and defeated, eating their lunches, now, in silence. The transistor radio continued to play. Even more loudly. And, in the wind, I could hear others starting up everywhere. By the kids, I thought. The kids.