On Mar 25, 8:50=A0am, Simon Slavin
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> On 21/03/2008, Blue Tyson wrote in message <8ae2537c-2c2b-4709-a8df-
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> > A game, if you can call it that. =A0Media announcer - might be radio?
> > (nasty early reality radio), clues people in through the day by
> > narrowing the segment of the population the winner can come from 'it
> > is a man', 'currently at work', 'has brown hair' etc.
>
> > However, it gets creepier as it goes on and you realise the winner may
> > not be a 'winner' as such, and in fact people carry contest knives
> > around with them to claim their prize by dispatching them from the
> > state of being alive, to claim their own kind of prize. =A0 The
'winner'=
> > being corned at work in a section of a department store, I think.
>
> A perfect description of
>
> Frank Roberts: _It Could be You_, 1964 =A0 =A0in Judith Merril: _The
Best =
of
> Science Fiction 10_, 1967
>
> Simon.
> --http://www.hearsay.demon.co.uk
Yep, that is it. Thanks very much, Simon!
A local, even.
Also to be found in The Pacific Book of Australian SF (or Australian
Science Fiction 1, same thing), which presumably is where I saw it
however many years ago.
bt
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