So what does all this mean?’ he asked.
’… Good grief, Amon,’ the monkey said, giving a fair impression of spluttering.
‘It’s the Heavy Crew! It’s the Clowns!’
‘What? The who?’ He swivelled in the seat to face the monkey.
‘Dude, there were names appearing there I hadn’t seen for five weeks. Some of those Minds are legends!’
‘This is the Interesting Times Troupe we’re talking about, I take it?’
‘That’s obviously what they call themselves.’
‘Well, good for them, but I still want to know what all this is about.’
‘Well, a normal enough but pretty high-power Mind Dance Troupe gets together to discuss what’s going down, then - allowing for signal travel duration - within real-time seconds it’s taken over by probably the most respected not to mention enigmatic group of Minds ever assembled together in the same signal sequence since the end of the Idiran Dance Party.’
‘You don’t say,’ Amon said, yawning a little and putting one black-gloved hand over his mouth.
‘Yes; in the case of the Not Invented Here, everybody I know thought the thing had been lost half a millennium ago! Then they dump the boring, pedantic GSV that happened to be on the Dance Coordinating Rota, agree to wait-and-see with the Excession itself while sending investigatory reinforcements, start a localised party - party! - and release a half-truth about the Excession when there’s some more funky beats breaking.’
