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The months passed away. Slowly a great fear came over Viola, a fear that would hardly ever leave her. For every month at the full moon, whether she would or no, she found herself driven to the maze, through its mysterious walks into that strange dancing-room. And when she was there the music began once more, and once more she danced most deliciously for the moon to see. The second time that this happened she had merely thought that it was a recurrence of her own whim, and that the music was but a trick that the imagination had chosen to repeat. The third time frightened her, and she knew that the force that sways the tides had strange power over her. The fear grew as the year fell, for each month the music went on for a longer time - each month some of the pleasure had gone from the dance. On bitter nights in winter the moon called her and she came, when the breath was vapor, and the trees that circled her dancing-room were black, bare skeletons, and the frost was cruel. She dared not tell anyone, and yet it was with difficulty that she kept her secret. Somehow chance seemed to favor her, and she always found a way to return from her midnight dance to her own room without being observed. Each month the summons seemed to be more imperious and urgent. Once when she was alone on her knees before the lighted altar in the private chapel of the palace she suddenly felt that the words of the familiar Latin prayer had gone from her memory. She rose to her feet, she sobbed bitterly, but the call had come and she could not resist it. She passed out of the chapel and down the palace gardens. How madly she danced that night! ("The Moon Slave")

Barry Pain
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waves of desert heat... I must've passed out, because when I woke up I was shivering and stars wheeled above a purple horizon... Then the sun came up, casting long shadows... I heard a vehicle coming. Something coming from far away, gradually growing louder. There was the sound of an engine, rocks under tires... Finally it reached me, the door opened, and Dirk Bickle stepped out... But anyway so Bickle said, 'Miracles, Luke. Miracles were once the means to convince people to abandon reason for faith. But the miracles stopped during the rise of the neocortex and its industrial revolution. Tell me, if I could show you one miracle, would you come with me and join Mr. Kirkpatrick?' I passed out again, and came to. He was still crouching beside me. He stood up, walked over to the battered refrigerator, and opened the door. Vapor poured out and I saw it was stocked with food. Bickle hunted around a bit, found something wrapped in paper, and took a bottle of beer from the door. Then he closed the fridge, sat down on the old tire, and unwrapped what looked like a turkey sandwich. He said, 'You could explain the fridge a few ways. One, there's some hidden outlet, probably buried in the sand, that leads to a power source far away. I figure there'd have to be at least twenty miles of cable involved before it connected to the grid. That's a lot of extension cord. Or, this fridge has some kind of secret battery system. If the empirical details didn't bear this out, if you thoroughly studied the refrigerator and found neither a connection to a distant power source nor a battery, you might still argue that the fridge had some super-insulation capabilities and that the food inside had been able to stay cold since it was dragged out here. But say this explanation didn't pan out either, and you observed the fridge staying the same temperature week after week while you opened and closed it. Then you'd start to wonder if it was powered by some technology beyond your comprehension. But pretty soon you'd notice something else about this refrigerator. The fact that it never runs out of food. Then you'd start to wonder if somehow it didn't get restocked while you slept. But you'd realize that it replenished itself all the time, not just while you were sleeping. All this time, you'd keep eating from it. It would keep you alive out here in the middle of nowhere. And because of its mystery you'd begin to hate and fear it, and yet still it would feed you. Even though you couldn't explain it, you'd still need it. And you'd assume that you simply didn't understand the technology, rather than ascribe to it some kind of metaphysical power. You wouldn't place your faith in the hands of some unknowable god. You'd place it in the technology itself. Finally, in frustration, you'd come to realize you'd exhausted your rationality and the only sensible thing to do would be to praise the mystery. You'd worship its bottles of Corona and jars of pickled beets. You'd make up prayers to the meats drawer and sing about its light bulb. And you'd start to accept the mystery as the one undeniable thing about it. That, or you'd grow so frustrated you'd push it off this cliff.' 'Is Mr. Kirkpatrick real?' I asked. After a long gulp of beer, Bickle said, 'That's the neocortex talking again.

Ryan Boudinot
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