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Out of the fire of earth attraction, beyond the limits of the world, where

and machine and spirit unite.

Born by the power of lightning, into the 21st century.

It is the end of the beginnings. It is the time of super force.

Careful, he's brittle.

Well, gotta hook him up.

It's just like thawing out a Christmas turkey, huh?

Is it cold?

Hiya, Hank.

Howdy.

Where am I?

Where's the colonel? Colonel Partridge disappeared.

He's dead by now.

What? Dead?

Well, I just got through talking with him.

Well, Hank, you've been frozen for the last 50 years. We just thawed you out.

What year is it?

2021.

Welcome to the future, Hank.

Well, the colonel wasn't supposed to die.

He was supposed to be frozen with me.

He set you up, Hank.

Who are you folks?

Why'd you throw me out?

We're the collection agency.

It's time to collect.

Collect of what?

Your dowry, Hank.

The money the colonel squirreled away for you, huh?

Well, honest, fellas, I don't know what the damn hill you're talking about.

I didn't whack him very good, did I?

Let's breathe.

Good idea.

The band's about to play again.

Yeah, I know. That's my point.

Look at you, Zach. You have no desire or energy to be here, huh?

Hmm?

How about now?

Well, I can hang. I can hang out.

Can I get your text?

Do you still drink beer these days?

No, they drink clam juice.

Well, pull me up a draft. Easy on the phone.

about we start running a tab.

A what?

I don't think so.

Well, I'll tell you what, old buddy.

I aim to show you I'm no dead man.

I'm going to sing for my beer.

How's that? Really? For me?

Please. I'm getting chills.

And? You pay.

Oh.

Excuse me, boys.

Hold on, hold on, hold on. This could be interesting.

Listen up, folks.

I can tell that you're real thirsty for me.

Real entertainment around here. So if you all just kindly hush up, I'll set

place on fire.

All right.

Now, this here's my latest.

I wrote this back in the spring of 1971.

71? How old does he look to you?

Say, Ramero, Ramero, head for it.

For it, she's got me by.

Thank you. Thank you.

Can FX buy you a drink?

Oh, he has a frog's butt watertight.

I guess so.

I'm FX Spinner. This is my friend, Zach Stone.

Pleased to meet you. Just call me Hank.

All right, Hank. All right, Hank. That last song you played was pretty jamming.

Well, thanks.

It's my new one.

I haven't had a chance to record it yet, but I will.

As soon as I catch up with the Colonel, he's my manager.

Wait, wait, wait. Wait a minute. You said you wrote that song back in 1971,

right? I did.

How old are you?

I should say I'm in my 30s.

1971 was 50 years ago. How could you be in your 30s?

I've been on hibernating.

Hibernating? Yeah, cryogenicly frozen.

You know, it sure does remind me. I haven't eaten in 50 years.

Man, that was the colonel's idea.

My career wasn't going so well, but after music sort of went out of style.

The colonel thought that I should be frozen until such a time.

As my talents will be appreciated again.

Of course, the colonel is going to be here with me.

He's going to be frozen, too.

Yeah, they used to freeze people who were sick and injured so that in the

they could be unfrozen when they found a cure.

You've got to admit that freezing yourself waiting for country music to

back in style is a pretty dumb career move, huh? Well, the colonel always did

have his own way of doing things.

Okay, then who revived you?

Well, that part's a little hazy.

Last thing I remember, I was being frozen.

Next thing I know, I'm in this here honky -tonk with you two.

Good sense I'm hearing about this guy, you know what I'm saying?

I mean, besides the fact that he's been on ice for the last 50 years.

Hey, hey, if there's anything that you need or we could do for you... Well,

I don't have a place to stay.

A quick check of my memory bank shows you were quite a star in your... Man

alive, I just ain't never gonna get used to that little guy in the box.

Five Billboard top hits, including the delightful tunes Daddy's Dead Drunk

and Shotgun Wedding.

Oh, big dog, you are a fan.

Well... You know, you people, you're not so strange after all. You're just

regular folks.

Yeah, we are. We're just regular folks. You know, if I had my guitar...

I'd sing you a little song.

Dang. Hey, look, Hank, I got to step out for a bit.

Well, good. That sounds good, Zach. I'll go with you. No, no, no, no, no.

Now, you stay here and rest.

Yeah, you need to give your cellular metabolism time to re -stabilize itself.

I just love the way you guys talk.

All right.

I'll just stay here and chew the fat with my new fan here.

All right.

Keep him here, okay? All that glitters is not my fault.

See ya.

Okie dokie. Okie...

Well, that's just plum unbelievable.

So with more and more liability suits, record companies just shrunk to a

handful, standardized all the music and made it just plain bland.

Yes, those music lawyers were busier than a one -legged man in a butt

contest. You're starting to sound like the folks back home.

Well, they succeeded in creating a risk -free but lifeless industry.

Well, dang, it's time somebody shook them up.

You going somewhere?

Yeah. My cellular metabolism's got a whatchamacallit, and I got to do

about it. So I'm going out to do the town proper.

I don't think that's a good idea, Hank. You should rest.

Rest? Heck, I've been sleeping for 50 years. I got to make up for lost time.

I'm out of here.

Oh, okay, okay. I'll come along. I better come along.

Ow!

So somebody came in here and whacked you on the head.

Can you remember anything else?

Yeah. A lot of stars and funny -looking things floating around in front of my

eyes. Next thing I knew, you guys were thawing me out.

Did your attackers say anything?

No, nothing.

Well, there was one thing, though.

What's that?

They ate my sandwich.

Listen, you know anything about the guy involved 1447?

Only that he's paid up for at least another 50 years.

Who paid him up?

That I don't know. You'd have to check with administration first thing in the

morning.

Hey, does guitar belong to him?

Yeah. People get frozen with a lot of strange things.

Flowers, dogs, guitars.

Yeah. Gifts for later. Kind of like the pharaohs.

Who?

The pharaohs.

So, you don't have a last name?

Well, there's a long tradition of music stars with one lone name.

Elvis, Fabian, Dion, Sonny and or Cher,

Hank.

Come on now, you heard of Elvis?

Fabian?

Well, holy cow, what do you listen to anyway?

Who's your favorite group?

Well, I used to like Repetitive Sequencer, but I think my all -time

are New Age Drone.

Only their first eight or nine albums.

After that, they started sounding overproduced.

Hank, you've got to excuse their cultural deprivation.

These are 21st century women. They don't remember anything before Bernardo and

the Whiplash.

I remember him.

Me?

Thanks a lot, ladies and gentlemen.

We're going to take a little break now.

Remember, be kind to your bartender and waitress.

Well, ladies.

You are in for a rollercoaster ride of sight and sound.

A cultural cornucopia of music and lyrics.

Better take a seat down front.

Bernardo L. Whitley.

I got a job from the uncle of my aunt.

Pulling night shift at the Cedar Rock plant.

Things were fine till that fateful day.

The lunchroom door took my foot away.

Sometimes a blessing seems like a curse.

In the ambulance I met a little nurse.

Upon my stuff she gently put her hand and swept me.

off my foot.

I don't get it.

How could FX let Hank go?

He tried his best.

But there's no stopping a man like Hank.

Once he's made a decision, Hank's a charging bull.

Nothing can dissuade him.

Not even the matador's sore.

Well, in a way, I'm afraid you're right.

I've been checking my memory banks for any events from the 70s relating to

What'd you turn up?

Apparently, Hank was trapped between the IRS and the loan of illegal monies from

the mob.

Did the mob loan Hank money?

Why? To make his album and go on tour. But the album was never made, and the

tour never materialized. The mob asked for the money back, and then the IRS

wanted its share.

Then Hank and his manager, Colonel Partridge, disappeared.

Frozen, apparently.

At least Hank was frozen.

I knew it. I knew Hank wasn't telling the truth.

Pretty neat, though, huh?

Freeze yourself, wake up 50 years in the future with the money?

Only trouble is, the mob hasn't forgiven the loan yet.

How much was it?

In today's dollars, 75 million.

So where'd they go?

I don't know.

Well, FX could be in a lot of trouble.

Relax, Zach.

FX took his emergency telemetry cartridge.

I'm sure he'll activate it at the first sign of trouble.

We got a wiggle.

Could it be the light in this place?

I heard about your breakup.

I see it in your makeup.

Anyway,

his name's Hank.

My friend, you are indeed a man of discerning taste.

Howdy, Hank.

Ladies, take a powder.

Beat it.

Hey, wait a minute. Hold the bus. Who are you? We're asking the question.

He doesn't know anything.

Right, he's just friendly to some hillbilly that's been frozen for 50

He likes my music.

I do. Don't try it.

It's like a big whistle.

It's for calling Lassie.

Lassie? Lassie who? Is he a cop?

Listen, Hank, you tell us where the money is or your friend here dies.

That seems fair.

You boys got this all wrong. There really isn't any money. The colonel

all of my accounts. Colonel Partridge disappeared the same time you did, Hank.

Really? He disappeared?

Well, maybe he did freeze himself.

Look, listen here. If we just find him, we can straighten this whole thing out.

We haven't been able to.

But we don't need to now.

We've found you.

That's it.

He's activated the emergency signal.

High sleep location.

Boys, it seems like we have reached an impasse.

You want something that I just can't give you.

Now, we can talk about this until the cow comes home and get no place.

Or do what I always like to do.

Fight like heck.

this is fun i'm glad you think so can we leave now

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