But on his arm, now faintly glowing, was a new tattoo: Vol. 24 / Ediția Nemuritoare / Side A completed.
Victor looked behind her. Sure enough, frozen mid-twist, was a man in a tuxedo, flickering like an old film reel.
The cover showed a skeleton playing a theremin inside a mushroom cloud, and the tracklist was impossible — songs from 1957, 1986, and 2072, all pressed on the same red-and-black marbled disc.