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In his own blood, the dying man had written a single sentence in splashy, red letters. It was very much a red letter statement:Five utterly baffling mysteries that will change what you believe about the world. And fish. And the wisdom of ever reading another book:
The Catholic Church Had Me Murdered
For long seconds Donglan stared at the mysterious message. ‘That, Doctor Donglan,’ said Tash, ‘is why we have called you in at this time. That mysterious message.’
‘It may,’ said Robert, ‘be an anagram.’
‘We wondered about that,’ said Tash. ‘Can you decipher it?’
Donglan smiled. ‘Of course. It is my speciality,’ he said. He tried to add ‘I am an anagram master’, but instead said ‘I amanana manna’ and ‘I am anamanna’ and stopped.
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Are you looking for Nemo? Or are you looking for No One?
Let’s face it, these days, when thrilling, ideas-driven SF epics turn into lame action movies at the flick of a sequel and books like The Soddit by A.R.R.R. Roberts become bestsellers, it’s hard to be sure.
Is this life, this bizarre matrix we’re all caught up in, beyond parody now? Ooh no we don’t think so .. .
Smurpheus pointed to a low table beside his chair. On the table were two small glasses, each roughly the size of a half-pint cup. One of the glasses contained a red fluid, and the other a blue. `You must choose one of these drinks’ said Smurpheus. `Drink the blue drink and you wake up in your bed, where you can think this whole meeting was a dream, and get on with your life. Drink the red one, however, and you’ll find out for yourself precisely what the McAtrix is.’
Gordon looked at the two glasses `What’s the red drink?’ he asked. `Cranberry juice,’ said Smurpheus.
`Right. And the blue one?’ ‘Toilet duck.’
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