Betsy-Lou trudged the last three blocks to her loft on the East Side. Closing the door she mixed herself a mojito. As the minty liquid swirled down she finally began to relax. But there was something missing. Atmosphere. Ambience. Music. She perused her CD collection and sighed. She tuned into FM radio on her sound system but the ads grated. What to do? In a flash it came to her. UltraCool Radio.