P1 – Annie, by Jay Maeder and Alan Kupperberg / Live / Fix News / Italy / And from Milan tonight comes word that Italian police have swooped down on yet another nest of plotters.P2 – We are innocent. We are but poor working men. We are unjustly accused. / Pain and death to all western swine!P3 – American industrialist Oliver Warbucks once did business with many of these people. Now, as Italian police round them up, he is useful. / Yes, that one. He is a chemist. He was part of an offshore project down in the gulf. / Aha! Well, he is also a Holy Man. He leads hundreds of radio devotees to whom he promises Paradise.P4 – This world is so full of people who are more than what they appear to be! Is this not so, my friend, ‘Count Oliviero?’ / We all are what we are, at the end of the day.P5 – You will maintain your covert masquerade, Warbucks? / Indeed. As will all the rest of us who wear new faces in these desperate times. / Jay Maeder and Alan Kupperberg 2-17-02P6 – Steel! Copper! Plastic! Who would ever know Xaxos again?P7 – Fire! Flames! My face baked away! My flesh in blackened strips! Here is all that remains of Xaxos!P8 – beepbeepbeep / Aha! I have mail! The satellite to which I am reluctantly bound now summons! So then! Be gone with mortal Xaxos! Be gone with the pleasures of the flesh! If Xaxos is now only a machine, then so be it!
P1 – Annie, by Jay Maeder and Alan Kupperberg / Live / Fix News / Italy / And from Milan tonight comes word that Italian police have swooped down on yet another nest of plotters.P2 – We are innocent. We are but poor working men. We are unjustly accused. / Pain and death to all western swine!P3 – American industrialist Oliver Warbucks once did business with many of these people. Now, as Italian police round them up, he is useful. / Yes, that one. He is a chemist. He was part of an offshore project down in the gulf. / Aha! Well, he is also a Holy Man. He leads hundreds of radio devotees to whom he promises Paradise.P4 – This world is so full of people who are more than what they appear to be! Is this not so, my friend, ‘Count Oliviero?’ / We all are what we are, at the end of the day.P5 – You will maintain your covert masquerade, Warbucks? / Indeed. As will all the rest of us who wear new faces in these desperate times. / Jay Maeder and Alan Kupperberg 2-17-02P6 – Steel! Copper! Plastic! Who would ever know Xaxos again?P7 – Fire! Flames! My face baked away! My flesh in blackened strips! Here is all that remains of Xaxos!P8 – beepbeepbeep / Aha! I have mail! The satellite to which I am reluctantly bound now summons! So then! Be gone with mortal Xaxos! Be gone with the pleasures of the flesh! If Xaxos is now only a machine, then so be it!