"Then the day came. Sam Micheals was at home, agonizing over his circumstances.
Pacing feverishly back and forth, he paused only to stare at trembling hands.
There was a sudden pounding from the door.
I opened it to the smiling face of Vivian Kaplan, the horrible wench who had tried to frame me for planted drugs.
Behind her were four heavily armored police officers. She produced a warrant.
Sam silently pleaded with me to close the door.
"In this alternate history, the corrupt United States president Ferris F. Fremont (FFF for 666, ‘F’ being the 6th letter in the alphabet) becomes Chief Executive in the late 1960s following Lyndon Johnson's administration.
The character is best described as an amalgam of Joseph McCarthy and Richard Nixon, who abrogates civil liberties and human rights through positing a conspiracy theory centered on a (presumably) fictitious subversive organization known as "Aramchek".
In addition to this, he is associated with a right-wing populist movement called "Friends of the American People" (FAPers).
The President's paranoia and opportunism lead to the establishment of a real resistance movement that is organized through narrow-beam radio transmissions from a mysterious alien near-Earth satellite by a superintelligent, extraterrestrial, but less than omnipotent being (or network) named VALIS.
Like its successor VALIS, this novel is autobiographical. Dick himself is a major character, though fictitious protagonist Nicholas Brady serves as a vehicle for Dick's alleged gnostic theophany on February 11, 1974.
In addition, Silvia Sadassa is a character who claims that Ferris Fremont is actually a communist covert agent recruited by Sadassa's mother when Fremont was still a teenager."
"Hello, Nicholas." chirped Vivian cheerfully. "I just wanted to let you know your plan didn't work. Our censors checked out your friend Silvia and discovered her ties to Aramchek.
We're here to arrest you."
The glaring Berkeley sun bore down from above. I looked over at Sam and sighed.
This was it. Our game was over.
I'd been nicked.
Sam was visibly agitated. Over and over, he repeated with a blanched face.
"Not like this," he moaned even as he and I were handcuffed by Freemont's enforcers, the solid-faced constables of our own police department.
"Not like this, not like this."
Once the officers signaled that we were secure, Vivian had us line up against the wall.
Curiously, she eyed Sam. "You're a new face. I don't think I've seen you before. What's your part in all this?"
"I don't have one."
"So you're telling me," Kaplan snorted, shooting a sidelong glance in my direction. "That we caught you in the home of a known treasoner, at the time of his arrest, colluding with him, and you -really- don't have anything to do with it?"
I snorted and rolled my eyes. "Colluding," I grumbled.
"I don't. I don't even belong here!"
Vivian sighed, before turning her attention my way.
"Nicholas, the 'Friends of the American People' have worked far too long and far too hard building this case to let anything go wrong now. And now you're arranging for witnesses? No, no, we can't have that.
Since you and your imaginary friends have been making things so hard for President Freemont, we're just going to have to make a quiet example out of you."
Kaplan pointed. Nicholas braced, his heart racing.
"Sergeant. He's resisting arrest. Take that man into the backyard and execute him."
The constables clasped Sam by the shoulders and began to pull him towards the back door. All eyes were on him.
"No!" cried Sam, beginning to struggle in earnest now. "It isn't supposed to happen like this.
IT ISN'T SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN LIKE THIS!!"
I could only stare at the door as it slammed. The yelling subsided into crying, and then punctuated with the flat bang of a pistol in the California summer.
And just like that, Sam Micheals was dead.
Vivian smiled in cocky triumph. She could tell from my expression that the Fappers had won again.
I was alone with myself, for the first time I could remember.
Just like that.
The character of "Nicholas Brady" has been replaced with an instance of SCP-3059-1, under the usual name of "Sam Micheals," and is summarily executed late in the story during a crucial plot point.
In the original version, Brady was the one to be executed, leaving only the author's self-insert to finish the story.
In the altered copy, the story continues as normal, with Nicholas Brady assuming the role of the author himself.
Having been replaced with Nicholas Brady, the author's own self-inserted character of "Philip" does not appear in the text at all.
According to an expert at the Foundation Libraries, this change, however minor, removes any ambiguity and reclassifies "Radio Free Albemuth" as a straight fiction - as opposed to the meta-literary phenomenon it originally was, further undermining its strength as a cautionary message.
Had this version been released instead of the copy presently in circulation, Dick's legacy would have turned out much differently.
In one passage after Micheal's execution, while listening to a song on the radio, Brady makes reference to a character named "Horselover Fat."*
Fat has been identified as Brady's analogue in "VALIS."
( * A code for the author's name; Philip: one who cares for horses, and Dich: German for "large" or "fat." This is explained only in VALIS. )
This is the first documented instance in which a character who was -not- Sam Micheals has demonstrated self-awareness beyond the confines of the immediate story, especially concerning a version that had not yet been written.
"That was capital. Innocent people were hurt.
The 'original' has been destroyed. SCP-3059 is secure.
Don't expect me me to solve any more of your problems.