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‘We are all in a post-hypnotic trance induced in early infancy’

– R. D. Laing

‘Is all that we see or seem But a dream within a dream?’

– Edgar Allan Poe

‘History doesn’t repeat itself, but it rhymes.’

– Mark Twain

EGMONT

We bring stories to life

0.4
first published in Great Britain 2011

by Egmont UK Limited

239 Kensington High Street

London W8 6SA

Text copyright © Mike Lancaster 2011

First e-book edition copyright © Mike Lancaster 2011

The moral rights of the author have been asserted

First e-book edition 2011

ISBN 978 17803 1000 8

www.egmont.co.uk

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A CIP catalogue record for this title is available from the British Library

All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, or stored in a database or retrieval system, without the prior permission of the publisher.

 

To the girl in Cromwell that
I fell in love with and
whom I am proud to call my wife

Contents

Title Page

Copyright

Dedication

Editor’s Note

Tape One Side One

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Tape One Side Two

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Tape Two Side One

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Tape Two Side Two

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Tape Three Side One

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Chapter 32

Chapter 33

Chapter 34

Chapter 35

Chapter 36

Chapter 37

Tape Three Side Two

Chapter 38

Chapter 39

Chapter 40

Chapter 41

Chapter 42

Chapter 43

Chapter 44

Chapter 45

Chapter 46

Chapter 47

Afterword

About the Author

About the Publisher

 

THIS DATA STORAGE UNIT, OR ‘BOOK’, HAS BEEN DESIGNED TO REPROGRAM THE HUMAN BRAIN, ALLOWING IT TO REPLICATE THE LOST ART THAT WAS ONCE CALLED ‘READING’. IT IS A SIMPLE ADJUSTMENT AND THERE WILL BE NO NEGATIVE OR HARMFUL EFFECTS FROM THIS PROCESS.

WHAT YOU ARE DOING: ‘READING’ EXPLAINED

EACH SHEET IS INDELIBLY PRINTED WITH INFORMATION AND THE SHEETS ARE VISUALLY SCANNED FROM LEFT TO RIGHT, AND FROM TOP TO BOTTOM.

THIS SCANNED INFORMATION IS PASSED THROUGH THE VISUAL CORTEX DIRECTLY INTO THE BRAIN WHERE IT CAN THEN BE ACCESSED, JUST LIKE ANY OTHER DATA.

Editor’s Note

When Danny Birnie told us that he had hypnotised his sister we all thought he was mad.

Or lying
.

Or both
.

These are the words that begin the spoken narrative of Kyle Straker. It’s a story that many have heard
about
, but few have had the opportunity to
hear
for themselves. It is both a piece of oral history from a time we are largely unfamiliar with – the early twenty-first century – and a tale with dark depths, which, if true, has important lessons for us all to take away from it.

For those unfamiliar with the history of the Kyle Straker tapes, a brief recap might be helpful. The tapes were discovered two years ago, in the understair cupboard of a house in the small Cambridgeshire village of Millgrove. The first tape was labelled ‘Dire Straits’.
Luckily the finder was an antique music enthusiast, who had the necessary analogue equipment to play back the tapes, otherwise the story of Kyle Straker would have been condemned to the dustbin of lost history.

After discovering their true contents, the tapes were passed on to the authorities. They have been the subject of much controversy and debate ever since.

The peculiar format that you are holding – a book – was still the dominant form of information storage at the time the tapes were made. There is a reason why I insisted on this archaic format which will, I hope, become apparent as the narrative progresses.

If the story you are about to read is true, then this work is respectfully dedicated to the 0.4.

 

Mike A. Lancaster,

Editor

. . .
is this thing on?

Testing, testing.

One two. One two. Two.

Ha. You know those roadies who get up on stage and test all the band’s gear before a gig? And they do all that ‘testing testing one two one two’ stuff into the microphones, to make sure they’ll work when the singer finally takes the stage. Well, Simon once said that the reason they said ‘one two one two’ was because roadies couldn’t count to three.

Made me laugh, but I guess you had to be there.

Anyway – how can you tell if these things are even working?

I mean, low-tech or what?

Still,
of course
it’s low tech, it’s a tape recorder. An old and battered relic of a time before digital storage and CDs; iPods and MP3s; memory sticks and SD cards.

At least it works. I wasn’t sure it would, it had been abandoned and left to rot in the cupboard under the stairs.

I kinda know how it feels.

Anyway, the tape player is old – it was made by Amstrad, the company started by that rude bloke off
The Apprentice.
Mum used to love that show. Even went through a phase of saying ‘You’re fired’ for a while when we did something stupid or naughty.

Funny the things you miss.

NOTE –
The Apprentice

What was known – ironically – as ‘reality TV’. Entwistle in his paper ‘Manufacturing Nothing: Light Entertainment’ writes: ‘Afraid to see the world around them as a larger picture, people instead reduced their views of the world to the tiny, artificial windows they called “reality TV”. What is certain, however, is that reality played little or no part in such programmes.’

Oh well. I’d better get on with putting this on to tape; the story I have come back home to record. I’ve been making
notes for weeks, jotting down the things I remember, the conversations, the impressions I had at the time, just so I could do this. Make this tape. Tell you these things in my own voice.

I’m doing it in the hope that someone will listen and realise that everything has changed.

Changed forever.

That the world they are living in is not the one it has always been. That there are a few of us left who can remember the way things were – the way they were meant to be.

Looking back is easy, but there’s a temptation to fill in blanks. I’m going to try to tell it as it happened to me, all in the right order and everything, without filling in any of the stuff I learned later. That’s why my notes are going to be important.

I’ve worked it through in my head and reckon that tenses are going to be a problem; you know, whether ‘has’ and ‘is’ should be ‘had’ and ‘was’, but the first set sounds better in my head because it’s how things were at the time, and not how they are now.

If that makes sense.

My English teacher would probably throw a fit, but then he’s probably changed too, and it’s my story anyway, so I’ll tell it the way that feels natural, the way that feels right.

I even know the way the story starts, the very moment it all started to change. The crazy thing that Danny said, that summer afternoon. And, yes, Dad, I’m taping over one of your Dire Straits albums. Something you should have done a long time ago.

01

When Danny Birnie told us that he had hypnotised his sister we all thought he was mad.

Or lying.

Or both.

The sister in question is a couple of years older than him and never struck me as the kind of girl who’d fall for any of Danny’s nonsense.

She had to be used to it.

She lived with him.

So she had seen his short-lived preoccupations with stamp collecting, and the difficult withdrawal from his Pokémon addiction. She was even used to his new obsession with becoming the next David Blaine, and the hours he spent practising with packs of cards.

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