And So Kayne Deletes His Myspace....

my dear, dear friends

troubled times characterize the world around us these days. highwaymen and bands of brigands are prolific in these parts. the local publichouse is astir with many a tavern tale that which would make the blood in one's veins run cold. the queues for the dole stretch meters upon meters; all awash with the commonry waiting to receive their measly pittance. their wry, humourless grins and pain-filled grimaces are visible under dirt and grime covered faces, all aglisten with tears and sweat. riding on our mounts, half dead from exhaustion and dehydration, through the countryside, we daily glimpse farm labourers collapsing under the oppressive heat radiating from the impenetrable clouds of methane and carbon which more and more block the sun from our view, causing widespread vitamin D deficiencies and existential dilemna epidemics. Is there naught we can do but sit and watch as our homes are fore-closed and our sextants repossessed, just because we could not satisfy the local tax collecter? But, ere one relinquishes all in the face of grim defeat, we must admit that, mayhaps, there is a glitter of hope here. So we shall paint our arbalests black, rubbing dirt on them to reduce their shimmer, and plunge into the night, towards the campfires which indicate the enemy's encampment. And the rest shall be history.


Thus, my friends, I delete my Myspace. But Wait! I have one final request of you all, before we are cut off from one another forever, only to meet again at Hood's gates, where all souls must go one day. Valar Morghulis. Email Alistair Reynolds, well-known Welsh sci-fi writer, and request of him that he allow The Calliope of the Future to play the golden lute at FinnConn 2009. His email is dendrocopus@yahoo.co.uk And if you would like to keep in contact with me, my email is la.jacasse@gmail.com Thank you for your time.


Kayne
The Calliope of the Future