The following is an exclusive excerpt from Party At The World’s End:
There will be in the next generation or so a pharmacological method of making people love their servitude and producing dictatorship without tears, so to speak, producing a kind of painless concentration camp for entire societies so that people will in fact have their liberties taken away from them but will rather enjoy it.
It took Bradley a long time to realize that the horrible buzzing wasn’t emanating from a three-foot tall green goddess with udder-like breasts. Hathoor the cow-goddess had somehow been jumbled up by his subconscious, now sharing cognitive space with the green-skinned alien that Kirk tried to fuck, and the backwards-talking dwarf from Twin Peaks. She was hovering above him, her mouth wrenched open in an eternal, orgasmic wail,—that electric heat scraped his eardrums with razors, gutting his miserable brain like an acoustic fishhook.… Read the rest