Historical Irony

“I do not understand this noise your friend Zefram enjoys,” said T’Liis.  Something about a “Magic Carpet Ride” emanated from the jukebox. “He calls it ‘music.’” Lily Sloane looked at Cochrane passed out nearby.  “Zef’s music isn’t my style.”  She pushed two buttons and kicked the jukebox in the side. The guitar wailing stopped abruptly,Continue reading “Historical Irony”