A man hopelessly lost, Saul can't afford to give any more of himself away to a decoy reality-he's about to meet the woman from his wildest fantasies.This isn't a good thing, not by a long-shot, for either one of them.Phoebe's an artist so frustrated and stunted by failure that she's forgotten the person she was supposed to be, and now it may be too late for her. She'll go to any lengths to catch her dreams in her net and pin them into frames, even if the characters she envisions have lives of their own and very different ideas about how they want to live them.Troubled by crossovers from the dream-world, the lines between fantasy and reality are so thinly-drawn and shaded with blood that everything's gone all backwards and lopsided, but there's still an answer. Will he be able to recognize her for who she really is? Or will these two people meet just to finish the job of finishing each other off? No problem is insurmountable-there's a machine to help with that.Third-party built to maintain a system long since destroyed by a race gone extinct aeons ago, this machine will precisely delineate the law and set everything straight, once and for all.That which was secret shall be made known; that which was hidden shall be revealed.EVERYTHING WILL BE MADE CLEAR He is a fictional character in the Horror-Play "The Greatest Practical Joke Ever", by Shaytan Komp'ü'tor. He has never made love to a beautiful woman, never wallowed in fresh kill, never found a briefcase full of hundred-dollar bills. In fact, he doesn't even exist at all. So there...And another:Boris D. Schleinkofer is a slave, just like you and everybody else. He lives near the monolith of Baal. His number is 5x2-00x1-11. He is a good citizen. These are the ends of the world; we are at them, they are at our throats.Whether or not we choose to shout ourselves awake from these nightmares is up to us.
