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Title: Cue for Quiet
Author: Thomas L. Sherred
Illustrator: Orban
Release Date: June 19, 2010 [EBook #32889]
Language: English
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[Illustration]
CUE FOR QUIET
BY T. L. SHERRED
ILLUSTRATED BY ORBAN
After too many years, T. L. Sherred returns with a story
that gets our SPACE SPECIAL rating. It's the story of a man
with a headache--who found a cure for it! And the cure gave
him more power than any man could dream of.
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[Illustration]
So I had a headache. The grandfather of all headaches. You try working
on the roof line sometime, with the presses grinding and the overhead
cranes wailing and the mechanical arms clacking and grabbing at your
inner skull while you snap a shiny sheet of steel like an armored
pillowcase and shove it into the maw of a hungry greasy ogre. Noise.
Hammering, pounding, shrieking, gobbling, yammering, incessant noise.
And I had a headache.
This headache had all the signs of permanency. It stayed with me when
I slid my timecard into an empty slot that clanged back at me, when I
skittered across a jammed street of blowing horns and impatient buses
with brakedrums worn to the rivets, when I got off at my corner and
stood in the precarious safety of a painted island in a whirring storm
of hurtling hornets. It got even worse when I ate dinner and tried to
read my paper through the shrill juvenile squeals of the housing
project where I live surrounded by muddy moppets and, apparently,
faithless wives and quarrelsome spouses. The
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