immediate assignment with Islam Incorporated. It seems the electronic brain went berserk playing six­dimensional chess with the Technician and released every subject in the R.C. Leave us adjourn to the roof. Operation Helicopter is indicated.”

From the roof of the R.C. we survey a scene of un­paralleled horror. IND’s stand around in front of the cafe tables, long streamers of saliva hanging off their chins, stomachs noisily churning, others ejaculate at the sight of women. Latahs imitate the passers-by with monkey-like obscenity. Junkies have looted the drug­stores and fix on every street comer. … Catatonics deco­rate the parks. . . . Agitated schizophrenics rush through the streets with mangled, inhuman cries. A group of P.R/s—Partially Reconditioned—have surrounded some homosexual tourists with horrible knowing smiles show­ing the Nordic skull beneath in double exposure.“What do you want?” snaps one of the queens.“We want to understand you.”A contingent of howling simopaths swing from chan­deliers, balconies and trees, shitting and pissing on passers-by. (A simopath—the technical name for this disorder escapes me—is a citizen convinced he is an ape or other simian. It is a disorder peculiar to the army, and discharge cures it.) Amoks trot along cutting off heads, faces sweet and remote with a dreamy half smile. … Citizens with incipient Bang-utot clutch their penises and call on the tourists for help. . . . Arab rioters yipe and howl, castrating, disembowelling, throw burning gasoline. . . . Dancing boys strip-tease with intestines, women stick severed genitals in their cunts, grind, bump