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Digital to Analogue
Alastair Reynolds

Alastair Reynolds is that rarity which most people outside the field
assume to be a clich├й: a scientist who writes SF. Specifically, he has a
Ph.D. in astronomy, and he works for the European Space Agency in
Holland. One of the youngest of the new wave of British writers, heтАЩs
published three stories so far, all in Interzone. тАШDigital to AnalogueтАЩ
contains, Reynolds tells us, тАШa number of ideas which were amplified
after reading Simon Rey-noldsтАЩs (no relation) collection of essays in
Blissed Out (SerpentтАЩs Tail, 1991), in particular, the chapter on Acid
House. I also plundered Paul DaviesтАЩs book The Cosmic Blueprint
(Unwin, 1989) for the references to entrainment.тАЩ

Maybe itтАЩs no surprise that тАШDigital to AnalogueтАЩ is hard SF. But it is
hard SF radicalised by close attention to pop cultural iconogra-phy arid
the new tribal ethos of Acid House nightclubbing. Not to mention one of
the neatest paranoid conspiracy theories weтАЩve come across in a long
time. Just remember, the message is in the bleep . . .

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I
left the Drome at 3.00 a.m., with Belgian house on indefinite replay in my
brain. I was unaware that I was being followed. You canтАЩt trust yourself at
that hour, not when your nervous system wants to shut down for the nightтАЩs
deepest phase of sleep. If weтАЩre awake, itтАЩs then that we make the
stupidest errors, dreaming that our actions wonтАЩt have any outcome in the
light of dawn. And, sometimes, a few pills assist the process.

I was more than usually pissed, but had avoided anything else for
most of the night. Then sheтАЩd shown up: the girl in the Boulevard Citizens
T-shirt, some Scottish white-soul band, offering E from a hip pouch. IтАЩd
hesitated, my head swirling already, then acquiesced. We did the deal amid
the strobe-storm of sweating revellers and the eardrum-lancing rhythms.

тАШIтАЩll be dead to the world in a few hours,тАЩ I said, slipping the tabs in my
pocket.
 тАШBig deal,тАЩ she said. тАШMe, I just take a sicky. Pick up the тАШphone, tell a
few lies, kick back and snooze.тАЩ

тАШGreat if your phone works,тАЩ I said. тАЬThing is, IтАЩm a telephone
engineer; work for BT. So itтАЩs me you should thank next time you call in sick.
Probably be eavesdropping from some hole in the ground somewhere.тАЩ

I felt a pressure on my shoulder, turned round to see one of my
friends from the office. Sloshing Grolsch everywhere, he began to croon
тАШWichita LinemanтАЩ, drunkenly out of tune.