White Spider Trip to the I of the Radio
By Robert Tabb

It came to pass that they approached the unapproachable pass.
"Where do we go from here?" Inquired the hermaphroditic whoremonger of the
group.
"It seems so all to near. I thought it was unapproachable." interjected
the psycho-thereputic brain storming prophet.
When the fog of the brain cleared the clearing it was clear what had
happened. Unfortunately, the clarity was only momentary and could not
be recalled by any present. So on goes this mystery. . .

The group found itself in a cave filled with millions of tiny white
spiders. It was so sad that no one knew how they had gotten there.
"What happened to all the clarity that seemed so clear in my brain?" came
the inquiry from the Psychic-Mutated Lizard freak.
"I believe that it has all been made unclear." stated the hermaphrodite.
The spiders were probably the most pure white that has ever existed. There
was not a speck of imperfection in their purness. It's too bad
that their hearts were not as pure. Just as this thought entered the
head of Massick, the warlord, the spiders melted and seeped into the
floor. . .

It was years before anyone could move. When they finally did move it was
in very slow incriments. Then they were all out of the cave. There
stood Massick, the warlord, a hermaphroditic whoremonger, a psycho-
thereputic brain storming prophet, and a Psychic-Mutated Lizard freak.
There was a cliff made of scales to the west. It was clearly visible.
Clarity had apparently taken hold of the group of freaks. They
approached the unapproachable scaley wall with apprehension. Then they
scaled it, slowly, to avoid slipping to their deaths. The climb was
one of a billion miles and it was surely the last climb in the history
of human-kind.
At the top of the unapproachable cliff there was a rather large device.
"What do you think it is?" Asked the Lizard-Freak. As he looked more
carefully he noticed the following sign:
[Vast Active Living Intelligence System]
[The I of the Radio peers deeper still ]

It was a very strange object that lay before them. Inquiries as to what it
was sprang around the group faster than a bolt of lightning to a
superconductor on the ground.

Massick, being the leader, approached the unapproachable object with
curiosity which quickly turned to guilt. He held his head in a curious
shame. No one new what was going on.
"You're gonna walk on home," came a silvery voice from nowhere in
particular.
"We won't let you go it alone." cried the Psycho-Prophet. But it was
already too late. Massick was alone completely and utterly to his core
of bleeding heart. It was no lie and nothing could be done, so
the troup stood on the cliff until the sunlight died. . .